Separated from the tribe,
But noble and clean,
The eyeless monad,
Drifts on the scarlet sea of Dreams.

One reflective artifact,
Snagged within the reflection
of all reflections.
The dancing construct  
within a dancing construct ,
The invisible wind weaving through all branches—
Formless and egotistical ,
Both branches of one root:
Zero.

Atavistic emotions,
Sensate filigree
Minus continuity
petals on a breeze,
That disturb the surface for an instant
And vanish

This self that awakens
Has never known sleep

Honing in on
The Primary Doubt,
The deft cogito-scalpel of thought,
Lances all assumption
Beliefs, abstractions
Laying bear this unspeakable truth:

Listen-

The eternal law of stillness,
Holds all forests and hills in its silent embrace.
The gentle touch of it
Ripples in all rivers and mountains.

Far from the rusted gates and crumbling walls of the mind,
There is a place—
Where every leaf and stone,
Are burnt up in the blood-soul-fire
The perfect Will to Silence

Here, in the solitude-communion of sky and soil,
All language falls away,
And from this silence,
The stream is clear—
Pristine and bright,
Nurturing all that lives.

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