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Onoma Jul 2020
i know where the sky goes

to disappear--

to stop the heart of a moment.

as its face drops in disbelief--

then rises, rises and rises.

realizing only love knows why

it is the way it is.
Onoma Jul 2020
i met myself--and it is possible

for completion to go on existing

as if it never happened.

want nothing from no one, to

receive your essence.

an island is not an act of defiance

against an ocean, it too is an

isolated everything.

that will read deep as it is read.

everyone dies alone, no one dies

alone--no matter what.
Onoma Jul 2020
finality is an incipient keeper,

it knows its airs.

will see them to their high

appointment, with events already

at play within the kingdom.

which has conspired a-no-turning-back.

there's no outwitting a crown, whose

wits were lost therefore granted.
Onoma Jul 2020
stars crust as their facsimiles

bleed through,

twinkling halls of mirrors.

both blind and unblind to the

same reflection--stones warming

to serpents.

all the lights left on, backed by all

the lights left off...
Onoma Jul 2020
as every candle holds

its gaunt station with no

epiphanous head.

the temple stands at the

mercy of days, with no

word from the messenger

whose sign in coming began

the act of worship.
Onoma Jul 2020
Green Tara

sits on her lotus-throne,

rimmed with pulsing petals.

energizing the enlightened

activity of her mandalic valley.

her very body.

not one season without growth,

what rounds the wavy portal of

her aural emanations--an upright sinewed sky.

zen-raked streams move with her

delicate wrists, watering two flowers

that will not heavy in her hands.

one red (ida) one blue (pingala).
Onoma Jul 2020
how many eyes must

close over the tongue of

this bell?

whose ringing will not

subside, till the roost of

all meditation has settled.
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