Apparition

The universe is a set of vibrations
Emanating from love play like the
Opening lotus bud like the lily that
Has newly burst where the devotee
Contemplates desire with the yoni
Of the Goddess as the worshipped
Focus the liberation still in a world
That leads to a state of knowledge
By passing on Her divine energy
Through esoteric congress
The sum of all her parts
A total divinity which
The human mind is
Incapable of
Fully defining
She is the one
Who is naked
& the great one
Feel the serpent
Of passion feed
On your marrow
Forget the hobgoblin of obligation
For this potent Goddess of increase

She is the theophanic Sophia
The gateway the beginning of
This journey to the Absolute
States stations presences
Manifest in this aspect
Of beauty her form
Itself contemplation a
Radiant source of light
Through her face
A Goddess shines
Eternal feminine
Reflecting herself

Mother of the logos
Daughter of the logos
Her remote resolve
Not of the created world
An aspect of the divine
Immanent contained
Within her form
The human form
Being the receptacle
The place where
The Divine manifests
The aspect of creation
Which conceives of
The possibility of things
Also known as the eternal
Wisdom or Sophia the
Role of the Virgin Mary
As the receptive form
Which conceives the Spirit

That which conceives
Which brings forth
Which gives birth to
The world

Emulate her act
By bringing forth
The spirit within
The sensible form
It is this concept of
The creative feminine
Which holds the secret
Of the Absolute
It is at this center
From which life begins that
The ultimate & final is found

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Annunciation

The collision of two black holes
The sum of all that can’t happen
Between two people such as we
I guess I’m just trying not to be
An obnoxious character on TV
With an immediate root
Experience of divinity

You know I’m not afraid
To look at you the beloved
Devoted to the lover upon
Whom her very belovedness
Depends love needs & desires
Beauty just as beauty needs &
Desires love &
Constant possibility

The sacred lover who mellows
The nature of mankind seeking
The divine through experience
Of the physical feeling like the
Thought after the afterthought
Perfection which can never be
Achieved the impossible dream
Which fuels endeavor like spring
Pressures releasing magnets down
In the flood bound by your charm
& this whirlpool of strange terrible
Need

The not knowing
Not knowing the way
The wind is blowing
(Unless obliquely
At the last minute
& don’t act like it
Doesn’t happen)
In the direction of
Possibilities that
Grease the skids of
This internal passion
Binds my conscience
All just an extension
Of my relationship
With you & your very
Unbuttonable buttons
In the present presenting
Themselves as an aspect
Of that which can bend
Straight paths quick
As any bulldozer seeing
Nothing but the glory of
Material human form
Desire & its contours
Hard to account for
Different degrees of
Feeling Entanglement
But the last thing
I want is do to pester
The objective form in
Which this divine
Essence manifests
Stand close then only
Through such contact
Can I come to know
The timeless holy
You

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Palm Palace

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The Universe as a Series of Vibrations

Emanating From Love Play

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Look Forward III

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Rue

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how did it all begin

how did it all begin

irresistible to the gods

without any sense of embarrassment

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ESPY CAFE DT AA

There is no point
In that kind of calculation
This is beyond calculation

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are humans only down here

to admire and not to know

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Need

She is the constant possibility
Perfection that can never be
Achieved the impossible dream
Which fuels endeavor like spring
Pressures releasing magnets down
In the flood bound by her charm
& the whirlpool strange terrible
Need

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