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Of what shall we speak
as the stars and we seek
a way to stay a wash of gray
dismal wake on tap to take
songs and signs to dread confines?
Of what shall we speak
the strong and the weak?
CREATION STORY
The Four Fold Way
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1. Vision
Like the coming together of scenes
Not time but light the unfolder of depth and mood
system and play
Everything already there
Nearly
A teasing void impenetrable except by surprise waiting
We enter or are placed in a circling beam that follows
and leads
Like the anchoring warmth in the eye of the beloved
Not movement then but transformation
A conspiracy of purposes
Flickering
Spinning Into weights of breath
Outlines of distances
Looming marvels of yearning and grace immersedi in
upheavals
Uncountable engines of rescue propelled by whispers and
evening songs
Color cubes for laughter’s sake
Wine on a chair at the base of a mountain
perspective and ease assembling
Slants into strands
Into flakes into throbbing into murmurs and shadows
in a cave on an island where the leavings of
wanderers entangled in flight determine
the measure of sorrow in chance
Into tapping on paper
Into silver wheels
Into a boulevard whose goods are the thoughts of its children
Into the dream of a highway widening and rising
skirting the unapproachable
mending its menders
scooping and filling from available drifts
Platform and horizon
Vein and shell
Signal and design
Focus and curve
Pillar and nest
Doer and done one
In a flow of blocks possessed by light become time
Everything revealed as everything to be revealed
The parts of the whole already there nearly
CREATION STORY
TheFour Fold Way
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2- Reduction
In the spirit of blossoms
Matchless cadences for adventuresome reveling
by patterned command to seize
As in shaking the roots of one’s voice
Or probing the seals of the nerves
Or flooding the channels of thought
Arrested the process collapses forever into being
The lilac is chosen among chosen to choose
As in divining the nearness of touch
Or sensing the aptness of growth
Or confirming the order of space
In the manner of phrases evolving forever into image
Or blossoms ascending by urges into counsel for change
CREATION STORY
TheFour Fold Way
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3- Negation
Point After Point
Resolution of completion
before completion
Creation as father of its banishment
Tone of perfecting discord
Champion of the wary burning in their knowledge
Entrapment of the fearful abandoning solace for
control
Weakener for strength disassembling through structures
retracting by momentum into expanse of denial
resolution to be apart
Point by point
complete
without
completion
CREATION STORY
TheFour Fold Way
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4- Release
Observe the ember in the follicle
the power tightened by its letting go
connecting at the levels found by actions shifting cycles
of intent
fusing thereupon the myriads of knobs and shafts
streams and folds wasting in their constancy
Then miracles of decimals together
Lines become grain
Flutter become notes
Positions become life
Excess of abstraction striving to be beheld
ADDENDUM FOR COSMOLOGISTS ETC.
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why the shift? why the lock?
why the shift and the lock on the circle to infinity if not to make holy the finite start?
why the cut? why the fold?
why the cut and the fold on the line that retreats if not to assure the remembrance of struggle?
why the dust? why the leaf?
why the dust and the leaf on the bending path if not to mark the ongoing wonder?
why the candle? why the ship?
why the candle and the ship in the sky blue lane if not to enhance the poet’s dream?
why the barrel? why the straw?
why the barrel and the straw in the wanderer’s shadow if not to connect the byways of difference?
why the lizard? why the hen?
why the lizard and the hen under the sheltering tree if not for equations and encounters that settle the mix of the near and the awaited
into a wizard’s boil of impending renewal?
why the curtain? why the ledge?
why the curtain and the ledge in the blind man’s path
if not to determine the steps that remain?
CHANT OF FAITH
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WE ARE REDEEMED
BY LINES WITHOUT CONNECTIONS
BY THE ABSENCE OF FORCES
THE ELEVATION OF THE UNKNOWABLE
Into the mouths of dragons we feed light from the wells of heaven
Untended our cause is secure
WE DARE TO MARK
TO CROSS
TO PENETRATE AN ABSOLUTE
WHOSE OPPOSITE CONFRONTS OUR
BUDDING TEMPORAL GRACE
WITH MYSTERIES THAT LURE US TO PERFECT
A WAY THAT CENTERS IN THE TANGLE
OF A SOOTHING ACHE TO KNOW
A WILLFUL HOPE TO FREEZE
A LOVING CALL TO DRIFT
TO SINK
TO TASTE OF GIVING THAT REGENERATES WHILE LESSENING
THAT ACTIVATES A ROUNDING INTO STRUCTURE
OF INFINITY’S POTENTIAL TO CONSERVE THE USES OF NEGATION
OUR STRIVING’S GLITTER
AND OURSELVES
IN A BLANKNESS SHAPING MARVELS THROUGH THE FINDING
AND UNWORKING OF LIMITS WITHOUT STOP
Onto the laps of angels we pile bounty from the stores of darkness
Past wonder our thoughts become life
CHANT OF THE BODY
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When flesh that was holy is made holy once more
When it grapples as it grappled with acorns and thistles
at the edges of being
Then as it was it will be again
The true book of answers
The code and the coder brought to earth for the visible
means of enchantment
CHANT FOR THE PENITENT
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Three times the witch
stepped into and out of the circle of man
Her beauty was like seeds
Her power was like dancing
Her wisdom was like the shaping of mountains
When she appeared the walls of cities became orchards
And vineyards were where the spikes of battle had been
Kings became children when she beckoned and sat easy in their rule
encouraged and sustained by knowledge
It was all of a piece the comings and goings
Flowers became trees that gave shelter to those who
gave flowers in honor of she who gave all
When the ciircle was broken who among men
did not turn away and forget?
Oh come again sweet zephyr
Raise up the want that heals
Make seen what has always been there except
in the eyes of conquering gods hoarding pain
for the treasure of ages
Let us grope and laugh and be content to know again
the gift of your riddle
How the running of stars casts the weave of our dreams
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