The Sun of Perpetual Cosmos

“ I would traverse not once more, but often the hell of my inner being. One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.”

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

Through and through…,

as a flicker in the woods,

a Nature - cruel yet true,

their laughter…, 

was a finicky remembrance,

of all the stillness,

of all the silliness,

lost in the void of Being,

cold and harsh…,

not harsh but something more,

indulgent in its flow,

energy - what keeps it together,

a nuanced way of Living,

here it stayed…,

unlovable and loved,

Loneliness like a rite,

a pacifists romance with murder,

a killer of some ancient flower,

tuned into the very fabric of existence,

no city or noise or complaint

could ever wax and wane,

Here it just is,

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what glorious Light…,

its emanating, radiate,

a solemn vow…, WOW,

and then…, poof,

drowned in its search,

a beast, a Nation,

a People…,

Angelic sort,

creeping behind windows,

our souls,

floating on all the memories,

what’s left of them,

floating over wood,

the stone, stove (hot and cold),

Lovers hearts…,

beating as one,

Done,

like a river,

beaten to submission,

by the dams and pressure,

by time and Timelessness,

metal on metal on metal,

against metal,

future crying in its birth,

people Mad as herring,

salty taste of volcanic rock,

oozing the lava of compassion,

none left for me,

I left none for me,

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but Heaven is beneath our feet,

not the way we want things to be,

they ought to be, should be,

but how they really are…,

that is poverty of Death,

a smile of god-child,

eggless in its growth,

spherical essence of Now,

un-Now…,

it moves with the current,

trust and river and silence,

few crabs are nesting…,

fishermen running while standing,

the Sun of perpetual Cosmos,

giving no judgment,

releasing pure energy,

to the good, the bad,

the very worst…,

here she rests,

me as well, the world,

ready and able.

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