the rain like a release of arrows
the earth like a bloodstained mace
smeared with grass and marrow.
the deer sacrificial. the hunter allegorical.
of constellations chasing constellations.
a tortoise the still soul of a churning ocean.
lectio difficilior.
the warrior shines in his wound
the single bullet revealing an opened red
the rod in his mouth a sun destroying the universe.
the river is a sister of the time of death
carrying away timid warriors to the town
of the king of the dead surrounded by kings
of the dead. the ghosts make wailing sounds.
the hour is the fire taken from the recitation
"as fire is covered by smoke so knowledge is covered with desire" Mbh
the rising son is an especial splendor
cloud and ocean cloud and ocean in lock
a blind man reads the late afternoon light
watches conch shells under water and later
the 16 crescent shaped parts of the moon.
a pilgrimage underwater under moonlight with the night
shining on the rising
moon a crescent on a forehead
the universe roams in all directions with flaming unibrow.
Friday, February 26, 2010
lotus metaphors
lotus charms as that of palms placed together
the red of nail and finger, the shape.
the red flowered lotus is not the dark blue flower.
filaments are lumen which the lotus eye perceives
& the crease of the garment is the interior distress
as one plucked from water, drooping
fragrant, exhalation as of a child's palm-clap
or: a lopped head, or the tip of a tusk, or spear
traveling from one war to another
its sharpness quick growing as lotus in new distant waters.
though the leaf repels, as words made but that do not stick
untaken advice and old remorse.
the night blooming white lotus is a dark complexioned lord
the red of nail and finger, the shape.
the red flowered lotus is not the dark blue flower.
filaments are lumen which the lotus eye perceives
& the crease of the garment is the interior distress
as one plucked from water, drooping
fragrant, exhalation as of a child's palm-clap
or: a lopped head, or the tip of a tusk, or spear
traveling from one war to another
its sharpness quick growing as lotus in new distant waters.
though the leaf repels, as words made but that do not stick
untaken advice and old remorse.
the night blooming white lotus is a dark complexioned lord
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