Light (A Little Light on the Subject-)

[Guest guest]

(having seen the light with the awareness of spelling errors, I make

a second contribution, my humble apologies;-)

 

 

 

 

 

How do words speak to the Soul?

 

In the beginning was the word

and the word was unknown

words rested

in the unborn Buddha Mind

in emptiness,

an echo of timeless memory

pulling itself from a trance

as it were

and remembering itself as

singular vestiges of Love,

a returning echo.

 

And then

the word was spoken

language was born

misunderstood, misshapen

misread and rehearsed in the verses,

identifications with subjectivity and

objectivity were born

oblique and hence quite forlorn

silences are spread in chasms

unsaid and oft read between the lines

of sentences strung together by

particulars and particles of beings

who hear what they want, a

highly trained selective listening process

gleaned as education and higher

learning, sometimes considered

both a modicum of thought and

subtle

conservation of energy.

 

Now we run against walls,

walls of words against words

and beings who speak words that

conserve not energy and so become

destructive in nature, intent on

conserving secular thought without

thought to the thinker often forgotten

in the context of barging in unannounced

and walking without thinking or

remembering the sounds of a

distant thought, a distant howl,

an echo

of the original thought:

Who loves and hears echoes

as

sounds are gathered in the first

Breath of Life

 

And so Light is born in the memory of Sound

 

 

Part II

 

 

It has been said that darkness created Light

or else would remain unseen

Light is the absence of darkness

or so it would seem unless

the darkness created Light

as a means of seeing itself

 

So a search began--

a separation occurred

as the unseen sought a Light

and called it Illumination

Enlightenment and distance

were born, an Einsteinium dilemma

happened in closer proximity

to the bending and refracting of

Light when it came to placement:

an aggregation in the cessation

of time, balancing itself

in both the absence and presence

of the Seer,

of One Light

 

A very clear and pure channel

 

 

Part III

 

 

And so

Sound and Light

found each other

 

Fell in Love

and created

Creation

 

In one orgasmic Bliss

 

And so

 

A child was born

in this

and words fell

from the Mind of God

 

 

 

Epilogue -- Ultimately

 

 

Ultimately,

as the earth falls in love with the sun and the moon

in her manifestation of day into night,

the Light revolves and resolves as an open window

to the Soul-Seed of the Spirit unearthed,

both green and supple and malnourished

in Ignorance

here lies divination of both God and Man

in sound resonance thrice bequeathed,

a magnificent obscurity

we are

fallen angels into materiality, transported to

a linear dimension called time, an essence

of Dreamtime,

since dreaming is but a remembrance of a

distant drum, a far-and-away cognizance of what beats

in our heart,

and this is how we remove ourselves from the Truth and

the Light, a faint brush with both life and death

A glow of transcendence, of enormous significance,

resolutely and absolutely endearing itself to the

Quest of a Holy Grail,

a momentous undertaking, a walking in and as the

Way of Life, and the qustion remains:

Quo Vadis?

 

Ultimately,

the resolution is the solution of this paradox, a

synergetic hypothetic magnetic resonance in the

transference of mutuality designed in one stroke,

One beginning breath,

Aum

A sound of Bliss enrapturing hearts as they break

in the silence of the stars.

 

 

 

 

 

Love and Light,

Anna

 

2005