Unleashing arrows of light
which scorch the sky
encroaching on the domain
of ancient anchors

Boring
through deep, unspeaking shrouds

as the orbs of everlasting force
should only sing through resonances
abounding when tangible things
dissolve in their fall from grace
alongside the eyes of earth

As if by rods of Zeus,
I am struck with white noise
meteoric light ruptures the heavens
rejecting the frailty of corporeal existence,

as the mind’s eye is forced open

my ears explode with ringing
the song of heaven vibrating my teeth


“Pay attention! Wake up! It’s not too late!”
The voice of ages calls through all eternity
to excite the soul which rests
in the groove of the heart

Spirits sing

always they are singing

their voices synchronize 
in chain reactions
causing reality to unfurl



Each star, a node
the strings of heaven shake
in holy harmony
spectrum-slipping into ripples
inconceivably infinite iterations of existence
unveiling vortexes of vectors
Tangents, tangling Totality in tantric tandem
until ubiquitous uniformity upheaves

the insidious illusions of individuality


So melt, dissolve, unwind, and un-become
again with the slipping, weaving, winding
blinding light of time unbinding from the mind,
til we exist in emptiness and find
that all along, we’ve intertwined ourselves
with what is else, a wealth of living
in delivering the realm
of dreams and streams of being gleaming
in the crux of everything
and nothing
there is opening
the apertures, the rapt and ruptured slipping
rippling
dripping starlight
fissures

Where beings bleed 
through overstretched dimensions
only held to wells of willowing intentions

a blip, a blast of consciousness
morphs into the pupil
of the master: World-Weaving-Thing
that observes the observer observing

eye am not eye am what I am eye am I?

sublime sub-liminality
entrenched in where, whence present
becomes presence without essence;
coalescence regresses
into evanescence
as
returned
is me to thee to We

Then

-Not-