O to dawn on oneself...
freed of particulars...
bears infinite repeating.
Standing in place...as
change moves...people,
places, things--also standing
in place.
Caught tellingly by a light's
need-to-know basis...there...
THERE...just so...dear
Rembrandt.
I do not presume, nor should
you...the mind's a mere
peephole of a ghost who's
bound to the next.
...We will be gracefully bested...
we're all unknowingly in love
at first sight...it's a matter of
Lighting.
O to dawn on oneself...
freed of particulars...
bears infinite repeating.

Golden-canopied fires of
a due sun's rising...
know which veils must
part as eyelids.
A light brought out
by light beyond fire's
intemperance...places the
dreamer's dream upon that
very effulgent happening.

Shed your head
mid this
controversial Light.
Waterfalls of Light...
Shakti's arms
motioning everywhere.

You smiled like Christ
burningly...may animal-skin-centuries
process us Goldenly.
You compound my ontological
shock...you bliss me
in and out.

The Infinite Dressing Room...
dresses the finite only.
As what changes does so
within the Changeless.

We "ground" by focusing
on breath...
neglecting to realize
the mind thinks
it understands
a single breath.
Whose genius it grew
out of.

I spoke as clear as I could...
to space-out the need for
words--trusting the God
of my God shall understand
perfectly.
...My potential mouthfuls got
the best of me...and what they
did with me became silence.