Gemini-M/Yes

[Guest guest]

Re: Gemini-M/Yes

>Sat, 10 Apr 1999

>"Gemini" <currwamp

>wheel

 

Hi Gemini/M....

 

You wrote:

 

<snip of good stuff>

>We, all of us, no-one excluded, will reach this central hub. It is the

>only goal in our existence. All other goals are secondary and are

>contained within this one purpose. Prattling about which spoke is better

>is utter nonsense.

>All of us pursue this hub down our own spoke, which is a highly individual

>thing.

>Single minded of purpose we travel towards the Unity consciousness of the hub.

>Sadgurunath Maharaj Ki Jay

>M

 

Yes. I appreciate this.

 

Single minded purpose imperative of Living Universe,

 

Finding/seeing myself the hub,

 

All spokes /in/ sudden brilliant neon illumination,

 

Like arcade pinbal-machine payoff-display,

 

I realize/know each spoke as one of my lives,

 

At the hub I experience all of my lives simultaneously,

 

Each morsel of experience together now seen as necessary whole,

 

Utter Unity, resonance, cosmically loud klaxon,

 

As I exist at center, unity of the hub,

 

How can I question, for I know beyond what I can know;

 

As hard as it may be to understand,

 

Now I can only smile, as all of the electronic current

 

Of the entire universe runs through me;

 

If this is illumination, it is a revealing of harmony pounding

 

Beyond harmony...

 

I am central, and I am aside,

 

I am phenomenon, and I am commentator,

 

Both viewed and viewer.

 

 

Now, social reality deems certain form,

 

This I acknowledge,

 

while now I have and know it,

 

I allow it to slip, now it is gone;

 

Leaving only this, my current testimony,

 

A contribution, to fan the flames

 

Of smokey midnight campfires;

 

Brilliant dawn starrise,

 

Vibrant transparent clarity

 

Lung-sucking absense of density,

 

Cranial regenerate collapsar, phase-cyclic

 

Clearlight flashbulb discharge rated clicks

 

To supersonic disappearance event-horizon, beyond sense

 

Smooths this blood on these bones, slick

 

Protoplasm, birthed of lighting crackle; it sees itself;

 

Mad scientist is born, saint hidden in heart,

 

Moving forword in history, lightning however still always untamed,

 

Secret smile of saint, seen felt first,

 

I happily abide the violence of this burst

 

Which is life* my self wild self, brother of lightning;

 

Tiny bolts corruscate through jelly, painting light-representation

 

Perfection of itself, a previously misunderstood celebration, but

 

Now the table is set, for the feast ongoing...

 

Bring it on, I say, drunkenly sober; I will eat it all,

 

This taste of myself, dissolving back to ozone,

 

The first final n/everending crackle n/everborn sound and f/light of my

birthing,

 

Being/Seeing,

 

Delight!

 

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==Gene Poole==