FROM THE LINGAYAT OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS
Adonnis, Adonai, Aten, Attain, Attention, Attune, Atone, At One…
The Gordion know is undone,
Severred the head of the Gorgone
Scrubbed the human stain,
The error in the beginning not longer remains
The fall from Grace never happened,
the Fickle Heart has been Rejected for the Wiser Part.
I am turning my back on the phenomenal world. Turning my face towards the source.
Leaving the conversation with the shells, every person a personal hell.
Partial, vitiated, knowledge,,,
a dangerous thing,,,
a little knowing…
The broken mirror,,,
Every angle and angel, Every face a facet.
Broken reflections of a now dead god head.
The moon Waxes full
The Water wanes placid
My desire turns flacid…
The empty mirror turns to look at the one staring into it.
God’s reflection, the super position, which one of us is real?
One of us looks at everything, through everything, a real looker.
The only one,,,
the lonely one.
All one,
alone.
I slowly raise my eyes, wholly erasing the lies.
The pretenders to wisdom Ostracized.
I smile at the Master, Embracing the Mystery,
unburdened of the false history,
no longer perturbed by the collective misery.
I stare into the Abyss, bladder brimming with piss.
My Daemon, my Demon, My Genius, My Djinn
Exhale, Exile, Exalt,
Extatic, Excite, Exit.
Genesis, Exodus.
The going in is the going out.
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