My intent behind this epic poem has been to systematically record (or rather newly perceptually evoke) by Sound and Image, the Inner journeys of Man, portrayed in a tale of two, from points prior to birth in the timeless place: The place of "Higher Awareness" (or the home of the Gods). Having somehow strayed from their points of origin, Neshua and Myrian find themselves inexplicably upon the Earth struggling with the forces of Incomprehension and Darkness, which continually threaten to obscure, separate and destroy their "Higher Wisdom." Perhaps, the one most significant thing throughout all of their adventures is that they attempt to maintain an individual equilibrium of Focus (or "Ideal") from a straightforward and unassuming desire to understand All - from a perspective of a Timeless, Eternal and Heroic Vision, simply because they cannot do otherwise; because things without beauty, without truth, without ultimate divine purpose and play ("Inner Song and Dance") hold no meaning for them. This is not so much a premeditated choice, but rather who they are (their higher Divine and in a certain sense innocent nature).
As a consequence, what might otherwise appear to be ordinary and innocuous events, such as "growing up" and leaving behind the "fantasy world" of the child, take on the appearance of a much constant and heightened expression, either of the most profound and sublime beauty or of the most unspeakable horrors of Pain, Fear and Agony -- as they unfailing persist, despite any onslaught from the "Pariahs of Death" or "Eaters of Time", to interpret all things from a perspective of Higher Remembered Wisdom or Idealized and Inner Truth. The others around them (their "new company of human elders") simply do not understand (let alone truly see them). Yet, in moments of Higher Awareness (Truth and Vision), they are completely and absolutely naked to each other.
This tale is a dialogue Sung from the Sounds of their Soul, the movements of their hearts and their dreams of their walk upon the earth, in a new medium of pre-thought or nonverbalized articulated Truth. This poem is an attempt at a new kind of language which is multidimensional and alive. It is not just the fantasy of imagined shapes and images randomly thrown together. Rather, it as a "living process" of continuing self-consciousness through which I and another actually use to trace our paths in time and space. It is, in fact, an Adventure of our Soul, and thus neither "myth" nor "fantasy" in the ordinary usage of those words. It is one reality viewed from a simultaneity (or simultaneous juxtaposition) of other realities through what I have called the Symbolic Language of Nonverbal Articulation - where all elements (both visible and invisible) come together like a painting or a dream with multi-dimensioned gradations of pitch and tone. It is to be Sung, for it is a Song of Consciousness to be Understood by and through the apprehension of one's Inner Senses.
Its "Keys" will hopefully strike many chords (or plays within plays) within the reader's/listener's Inner Mind. It can in a sense be considered a "Dream", one which is constructed via the Conscious Waking State, and thus can bring to the outwardly defined self in time a new entertainment of reality. This ongoing epic poem is an attempt at directly Speaking Consciousness (creating itself or manifesting its physical forms in time - its characters, dramas, planes of seeing - as it speaks): A continual perceptual process as it is simultaneously being voiced or momentarily captured through the verbalized medium - by which it secretly creates and uses to "gain an awareness of itself "in this one visible aspect or framework of its existence. Its structure attempts to follow the rhythms of what in a future essay I will elaborate upon as "the patterns of our inner senses" or units of spoken and non-spoken phonemes of Consciousness.
Finally, it is one tale of two beings and their intimate nonverbal timeless histories and love for one another articulated in space and time, though common to all beings who, despite their sleep, likewise, wander through these same spaces but who have not yet given Conscious Voice to those inner perceptual dialogues or vistas of sight and call.
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A TALE OF NESHUA AND MYRIAN
Out of the Depths of the Timeless Unseen
She came
The Diaphanous One
Sprung from the Seeds of a Silent Yearning
Curious Child imbued with the Light of All Form
Responding to these cells as they Cry for the Deathless Delight -
Ensconced from a place unknown to this Playful Unborn.
A Playmate among Faery Gods
As She plays in the House of Impeccable Light;
Invisibly reposed in the Rapture of Ageless Dawn.
Most Estranged and Beloved One
Straddled within the Kingdom of Giants
-Here sits an Ageless Orphan of Pure Delight! -
Unknowingly gathering the stares of the most oblivious of Gods
As they motionlessly turn in frozen pause of enrapt astonishment
Invisibly, she turns, parts the folds, emerging for the sheaths
Of their Silent Embrace
Speaking from a Heart of Pure Intent
She turns her steps to the Unknown Dawn,
Naked and Alone.
2
Plummeting from the Fields of Silent Ecstasy, she emerges
From the Shadows of the Earthly Touch.
Sprawled among the fields of searching creatures
She too now an infant,
-She too will now tread the time laden soil of laborious Cries.
No longer Invisible she cannot Fly through the Enchanted Air
As the stares fall upon her creature-lit-eyes;
Reminding her of her Chosen fate.
Now an Orphan among Double-worlds;
A Symbol without a Home
A Wanderer without seeming Cause,
A Mystery unto herself.
Yet, in the Silent Sleep of Myriads of Endless Song,
She builds in Secret Light,
Sounds which reach behind the Symbols which Form
Her newly wandered Dawn.
She continues her walk through the Frightening Woods
Of Finite's Chatter,
Gathering the flowers of Delight and Fright
-Construing the Memories of Time in a Tale;
Not knowing how she came or why;
Her only salvation - An Innocent Look
So many things to entice this New-born,
Her curiosity is one without measure.
She plays with all as she once played with the Gods
- As Friends of the One.
Yet Unbeknownst to this Child of Silent Light
How different she is from all the rest;
For no mark of distinction nor pause she makes:
She the Flower, the Bee, the Ant,
Knows not the darken Rings of Distinction capitulated from Fear.
She Walks in the Memory of Unbridled Light,
Impeccably as One,
-Sings with the Wind
Becomes the breeze through the Leaves
Flies from the branches of Infinity;
Swims with he Creature Companions of all Time-laid seas.
All beings feel enchanted by the regal gait of her Play:
An eternity she has found,
An eternity she is,
Reborn to her vision anew in the lovely Creature-workers of time.
She sit on her throne of Enrapt Embrace
- A Song of oneness fills her Heart
She Giggles and Delights in the faces and forms
Of the Earth Enchanted Dance.
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II
Yet, out of a Shadow within a Shadow
One of the creatures points to her --
Draws a diagram upon her Play
Alost for words...,
She fails to see what noise they make (?)
(Undaunted) She continues from her silent hush her Joyous Embrace
But all too soon;
For she is marked once again with a fate she chose not:
A slash of disharmonious Sound -- from a Creature who stands alone (?)
Bemused, she ponders for a moment but she fails to see as she once again
Immerses herself in the beauty of Silent Light;
The encroaching shadows from the Eaters of Time
Creeping upon her innocent Delight!
"Who are they?"
"What do they want?"
"Strangers without their own Light?"
"Wanting an 'I'?!!
She cannot Fathom!
For though she was born she has not yet divided
She knows not the meaning of Two
She from a Vision of One, has not yet articulated the reality of Two.
She is Frightened!
She knows not the World!
She is in anguish!
Had the Gods abandoned this only child?
For she could neither dispel nor leave these Monsters
Who tried to scar their tracks upon her Light
Who made her look upon the fingers which tear,
Rather than the bliss which sings with the multitudes of the One.
Perhaps more alone than any Earthly Creature ever born,
She gathered her strength within and dared not forever more venture without.
She wept silent tears unheeded by the Giant Protectors of the Ageless Dawn;
As well her Loving Playmates, who she carried from eternity
(As children here sometimes clutch their enchanted dolls)
They came not to her rescue.
Her friendly earthly creatures had their own rounds as well,
And knew not the dilemma of one so different than themselves;
One who was the dearest of friends, yet one who also was neither time:
For the code which linked them to their Earth bound fate
- also separated them from her Soul's Air!
Darkness began swiftly encroaching upon the last seeming tinges of her Joy and Dare;
In an Instant all Light was swallowed --
The Inverted Invisible Space Born:
An irreparable tear shattered through Imagination's Silent Fields!
Forsaken and Forlorn
Yet with an indefatigable Will;
She clung to the Wisdom of her Light
While wallowing in the misery of the Mud.
The Eternal Delighting Instant became the horror
Of the most Inconceivable and Naked Hell!
The Once Perpetual Smile without became
An inverted and retched terror within:
The once singing child now became a willing mute.
Though alone, she still played within the timeless Light:
As for her entourage of wide associates and friends,
She could no longer pretend:
They became the bygone symbol of an ageless and departed world.
She bore the burden of her days
As a manikin smiling among the company of captors,
Bearing a Dumb Doll's reflection without
While holding an invisible Mirror to their fiendish folly!
III
Beauty winged-like creatures could still be seen in a breathless morning dew,
Yet ever darkened by the Shadows of foreboding doom,
Which ominously begun to cross her once radiant fields of Endless Joy!
And as though without warning began to soundlessly seal
Her timeless breadth into a sunken-filled dread beyond all hope!
The Frightened little one cradled her belongings from her Inner-Sky
And starkly looked out upon the terror filled moments of a still-born time.
Her walk became a trance-like march through endless multitudes
Of shell-like bodies inhabited by creatures who would not Sing.
An alien world of Inverted Shadows, stiffened Misers and Monsters
Who chase without a Face.
...And scrawled little sounds upon a marked slate bearing no meaning;
Where motion spells perpetual pain
And where each and every smile spells disguise:
A Poor exchange from the Playground where lived her Treasured friends of Simpler Joy.
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The Inner domains still lit by memories of endless adventure
Now became a mock twin face in the corridors of terror!
As the Child's Ghosts who neither had name nor face wandered
As Sleepwalkers through fields of the Unconscious --
Knowing not what they did as they ate her Soul in time:
A lovely meal she did indeed make,
As her innocence laid naked and unprotected
To the unsatiated Devourers' of Time most Perverted delight!
A small and silent creature in the company of human elders
(who sensed their own predicament of need in her
yet could not articulate something so far removed from the daily minglings
of their own waking discourse, though it spoke to their very core.)
She remained Alone!
Her train of Invisible faces - a well kept miracle
In a world not yet ready for the Birth of their Inner Child;
A world where Ignorance reined
And streams of chattering I's swarmed like a cancer.
They saw but a blank slate ready to be filled with the perpetual meanderings
Of their own torturous tread.
-- A Cherub of Wide-Eyed Expanse
Radiant Beauty and Multicolored play
Quietly crafting the sweet lullabies of sublime Song and Spring Dance
Through a lilting Emerald air of Innocent Charm.
Now readied to be draped in a time worn robe:
A pass-me-down paralysis from generations of the living dead.
Silencing her Song, eschewing her Light
Drawing her into a prison where insatiable fiendish appetites
Ardently await to chasten or denude* her Impeccable Beauty
Into an iron-clad curtain of tears..*
A lonely rag doll
An empty carousal figure
...Without whimper or breath
In the predawn hour!
*Alt. becries disguise.
*Alt. ensnare or raze.
*Alt. Into an invisible muddle of tears
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As some Silent children here withdraw to their Inner Womb
She too followed suit,
But in yet a stranger manner unbeknownst to all the rest
(Including herself).
Mimicking all from within, she saw from without as a changeling of time:
Craftily sculpturing the veil of an outer world
From her native powers extracted from her Parent World.
She had at her command
Resources which no others in her rein even begun to dream
A Genius, a survivor and a Symbol from a world that time had long forgotten!
A class in herself...Her fellow playmates of similar recent arrival
Could almost dare articulate...
But vanished all too quickly like dying embers from fading dream-skies!
Her only solace was a jewelled-framed Window thinly laid before Time's Door..
From where she flew out and conjured the Heavens
Into the Earth-Enchanted Dance
From the Timeless Songs and musings of a lost but enchanted One.
Woe to those who could not understand what wonders this little one possessed!
Carrying the tools of another time, she was made a Dumb Mute by the slowness
Of their mock-play of Thought-Produced Drama!
Forced to do she could no longer "Be"
She gave to the blinded fools the perfect, naked and crystalline stare of a Cynic's Smile.
A Child she was but a child not!
She adopted a road by which she explored the nuances of time for the Mother Whole.
Her gallantly accepted task, the extreme rarity of chosen path among those of her kind.
...But the mystic wanderer she was made her the most well suited:
She was the Perfect one to challenge the incredulous looks arising
From the multitudes perpetually arrayed across her Inner Sky...
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You see, Once upon non-time the Gods sat motionless in their eternity
Of Self-Enrapt Embrace
An Objection arose in the form of a Light
(a single point of Light never before seen)
From a Silence beyond Silence and a magic purity of Divine grace
IT ventured across these Entranced-Lit Skies:
A Deathless Warrior from a timeless age fell as a child!
..Glistening in the robes of a New Day in time
..Formed by the Inner musings of pure delight!
So that the transcendent love of the Whole
Could rendezvous with the moaning matter of Hell!*
In the Silent and murmuring Dawn...
In the encroaching Shadows upon the Earth...
And upon Winds that cause the lips to tremble
And moves the tender heart to pause
Voiceless and bemused
The lonely itinerant
In its veil of tears!
Alt. And moves the tender heart to pause or muse in its lonely itinerant veil of tears!
Alt. Could rendezvous beneath the stars...
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IV
Journeying through the human tread, she began transmitting the news to others among her kind who had not yet grown in time;
Providing the data by which - through silent sound - they construct their Heavens
---Mathematics in juxtapositions out of a Whole we cannot begin to fathom
By the current Eye of Reason!
She became a Vagabond out of necessity in a world of Divine opposites
--Leaving behind a trail which formed the Corridors of Light and Darkened shadows
For the Ancient Children who came with their Tales of Triumph and Woe
...And strangely lit-skies streaming with the cries of the myriads
Who perpetually search but to no seeming avail.
She was a Symbol upon which they followed their Ancient Song --
Towards an unknown harmony of a Deathless and Joyous One!
But as the days moved on it was all too clear that even the slightest
Glimmer of Inner fire among the few would not rise from the outer veil
And hear what the Inner Soul Spake:*
Ageless vistas of timeless heroic leaps along peaks of deathless awe
And virgin expanses of infinite wonder
-- All tyrannically and promptly extracted in the phantasmagoric consensus:
In the umbrage of nonsense called "belief."
Her days became increasing claustrophobic plays
Endless spirals upon endless rifts of nauseating mind-sick-seas.
In dire anguish she held the veil of what others so nonchalantly assume
As their sole face of time.
And to her utter consternation, her brilliantly elusive eyes began
To rapidly close in unforsaken speed the remaining vestiges of Multitudinous Wonders.
And in the dearth began to brutally carve the Memory
Into a single and inexorable axis of Daytime focus.
A Barren Island in ubiquitous seas of blank stares!
The Inner Screams and Outer Cries fell upon an arena of endless
Processions of Automaton-like-Mutes
Whose climatic empathetic stir was a tragic display
A Pathetic chill
Expanding masses of fatuous smiles and single dumbfounded stares.
Overwhelmed by the deluge of cauldrons of Blackened Fields
Her fright and Terror too much to bear
...Alone with the Faceless guardians of Hell
Her brilliantly lit Memories were dim and fading hallways --
Slithers of a treacherous walk rapidly vanishing from the safety of her Inner Home,
As they in Unconscious yet Instinctual and Collective Might
Wrought the indelible stamp of their own Soul Horror
Upon the last remaining fringes of her Virgin Light!
Uncontrollably compelled by the chant of their chaotic dirges
She motionlessly froze;
An ineffectual pause, as she began to spasmodically rise
In unremitting speed to a final convection
---Crowns of perpetual shrouds irreparably tore asunder!
Unleashing swarms of naked gargoyles;
Weaving in a single mass of obsessive and unified horror
--The maniacal blood torn drama
In a single robe about her Soundless and Permanent stay.
Immured within the claws of Hell, she marched as a puppet through putrid rains;
Led by processions of iron clad links of somnambulistic arms
Where manikins converse in perpetual eve.
There she would wallow in the crestfallen sea of a still and voiceless abode*
*Alt. There she would wallow in a colorless and anesthetized sea.of a still and voiceless abode.
V
As many here either sleep or arrange their physical abode
This child of Silent intent began to draw from her ancient brain
An instinctual array of protective armor in order to stay the mock-fairytale;
She had at her command from her House of Inner
A stupendous Wand from the wizardry
Of an earlier and Unknown time;
And began with meticulous and Impeccable gauge to arrange these new horizons
Of lurching and inimical faces into a single formula of Merry-Go-Round
Grotesque and Lunatic Dance:
A precisely laid carnival of Dolls
--Fully emblazoned will pull string limbs and inchoate syntaxes
A wide and boundless collection of frozen yet predictable horror
Where newly assigned and souless stick figures would march
In perfect accord to her Soundless touch and Invisible Eye.
--This Inner Conductor's entourage was a miracle and sarcasm beyond conception! --
Though raped and disfigured through untold broken* and shattered paths
She held the memories others dared not touch - but blithefully pass down
For other generations to bear,
Imbuing the Shadows of her daily tread with the flickering glow
From her House of Inner to the Earth drawn drama
She survived her days by shuffling the cards of a Dream.
*Alt. unseen.
(with neither light nor pause of Inner reflection)
VI
Alone, One Brilliant Summer Morning
In an Endless Spectacle of Spiralling Daisy Scented Fields -
Deeply Entranced and Drawn to the Enchanted Call,
She roamed the Dialogues of vast jeweled creature smiles
As she grew the wings of ancient corporeal delight
And alighted in multilingual joy with Bluejay Flight...
Scurried with the Ants in numerical and perfect fancy
And Sung through the earth emerald flesh
Melodious hymnals with unseen Toads.
-- All Voices were the weaving of her single voice and eternal embrace:
And for the moment she left the cloud gathering pariahs
To their own diffuse and ineffable chatter.
While her Soul flashed the colors of its Naked Delight
And the Earth sang in syncopative lavish tones to the radiant musings
Of the child's soarless glee!
--The entire sky flashed its single mass of Light --
Words stripped bare of their false chrysalises
And joined in the Greater Language of their Inner Heart:
Places where all exchange the gifts and creates the fables that roam through time.*
The symbiotic creature of single joy was infinitely aglow in her Silent Delight!
*Alt. that span the road or mark our memories of our walk in time.
VII
Through Unseen stretches of endless play
A quickened voice begun to recast the fields of emerald Light
And in the outermost horizon one odd flickering glow caught the Eye of the Unseen child.
While myriads of creatures retired to their evening home*
She alone remained above the ground.
In a playful whirl of utter innocence...turning through the twilight air
She gazed upon a most unseeming Star.
Lost now in the magnificence of an Unknown Sky
All now rapidly begun to be swallowed in the murmur of a growing eve
And suddenly in an unforseen step of regal and indeterminate gait
She alighted upon the dimly lit path towards the beckoning pull of an Unknown Call.
Journey through the unhewned paths of dense and towering woods
She queried but for a moment's span..and continued as though a Moth
Drawn by instinct to its accord.
And just above fully arrayed in the clearing, a strange luminescence
And an endless train of odd looking creatures all gathered in a spiral
Of strange and magnificient Beauty.
Approaching closer still, she began to slow in a syncopative rhythm,
Enchanted by the Heavenly sounds,
The Music of all Tones set her aglow
And lifted her Soul in rapt Astonishment!
And as she neared this most curious and inmost wonder,
Her eyes became englazed upon the aureole shield of...his song (?)
While her soul liquefied into a transparency of Pure Light!
...No moment had remained..All had vanished
A perpetual hush of silently still and rapt eternity!
Carried by the Winds of Sheer Delight
A little boy creature had Sung himself across the Unknown
Singing in the Image of Melodies never before drawn
Here in the Invisible Place
Where Disguise is Art and Play its only Truth.
She sat besides him in the golden and sweetened air of enchanted Bliss
Exchanging the stories of her Line...
Memories of centuries spanned in an instant by a knowing glance.
And in a God's and Goddess's supreme and inevitable Dance
Unyoked All Dreams from the multi-thrilling ecstasies of Oneness' Light!
- And in the miracle grove of Unthought Space
Where all silently sealed sounds converge in the radiant streams of Speechless awe
A billion universes flashed the aegis of their Soul in a supremely laid formula
To an Ectasied One,
As they, the embodied Children of divine and inverted Light
Reached over the ridge of their Emerald Sky
And into the Conscious Birth of a New time.
Beyond the furthest reaches of the most Ancient Gods
They summoned with an irradiant kiss of gold
A New chapter in Love and Play:
As the Nuptial parties of the antipodal corridors Sang in joyous reverence
And the Creatures of all abodes played upon a single axis of self-spun Joy
As the subterranean and ethereal airs embraced
And the One spoke to the One!
*Alt. muse.
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With the call of Morning Birds she arose in unaccustomed and Speechless Reverie.
As though in-between an eye of morn and eve,
She began to wipe the morning dew from her tear filled eyes
And as though (still) in a dream reached out to touch him
But to her utter bemusement found she could not:
-- For though they were One, time itself had not yet grown --
In Ineffable yearning...though uncompromising resolve
Reaching beyond all musings of gods or men
She began to smile a smile of multi-kindred and Unknown worlds
As she began to play with the Faery Inspired One.
And although he could not see her it did not matter
For the sounds of his heart was the timeless song of her Soul!
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IV
Journeying through the human tread, she began transmitting the news to others among her kind who had not yet grown in time;
Providing the data by which - through silent sound - they construct their Heavens
---Mathematics in juxtapositions out of a Whole we cannot begin to fathom
By the current Eye of Reason!
She became a Vagabond out of necessity in a world of Divine opposites
--Leaving behind a trail which formed the Corridors of Light and Darkened shadows
For the Ancient Children who came with their Tales of Triumph and Woe
...And strangely lit-skies streaming with the cries of the myriads
Who perpetually search but to no seeming avail.
She was a Symbol upon which they followed their Ancient Song --
Towards an unknown harmony of a Deathless and Joyous One!
But as the days moved on it was all too clear that even the slightest
Glimmer of Inner fire among the few would not rise from the outer veil
And hear what the Inner Soul Spake:*
Ageless vistas of timeless heroic leaps along peaks of deathless awe
And virgin expanses of infinite wonder
-- All tyrannically and promptly extracted in the phantasmagoric consensus:
In the umbrage of nonsense called "belief."
Her days became increasing claustrophobic plays
Endless spirals upon endless rifts of nauseating mind-sick-seas.
In dire anguish she held the veil of what others so nonchalantly assume
As their sole face of time.
And to her utter consternation, her brilliantly elusive eyes began
To rapidly close in unforsaken speed the remaining vestiges of Multitudinous Wonders.
And in the dearth began to brutally carve the Memory
Into a single and inexorable axis of Daytime focus.
A Barren Island in ubiquitous seas of blank stares!
The Inner Screams and Outer Cries fell upon an arena of endless
Processions of Automaton-like-Mutes
Whose climatic empathetic stir was a tragic display
A Pathetic chill
Expanding masses of fatuous smiles and single dumbfounded stares.
Overwhelmed by the deluge of cauldrons of Blackened Fields
Her fright and Terror too much to bear
...Alone with the Faceless guardians of Hell
Her brilliantly lit Memories were dim and fading hallways --
Slithers of a treacherous walk rapidly vanishing from the safety of her Inner Home,
As they in Unconscious yet Instinctual and Collective Might
Wrought the indelible stamp of their own Soul Horror
Upon the last remaining fringes of her Virgin Light!
Uncontrollably compelled by the chant of their chaotic dirges
She motionlessly froze;
An ineffectual pause, as she began to spasmodically rise
In unremitting speed to a final convection
---Crowns of perpetual shrouds irreparably tore asunder!
Unleashing swarms of naked gargoyles;
Weaving in a single mass of obsessive and unified horror
--The maniacal blood torn drama
In a single robe about her Soundless and Permanent stay.
Immured within the claws of Hell, she marched as a puppet through putrid rains;
Led by processions of iron clad links of somnambulistic arms
Where manikins converse in perpetual eve.
There she would wallow in the crestfallen sea of a still and voiceless abode*
*Alt. There she would wallow in a colorless and anesthetized sea.of a still and voiceless abode.
V
As many here either sleep or arrange their physical abode
This child of Silent intent began to draw from her ancient brain
An instinctual array of protective armor in order to stay the mock-fairytale;
She had at her command from her House of Inner
A stupendous Wand from the wizardry
Of an earlier and Unknown time;
And began with meticulous and Impeccable gauge to arrange these new horizons
Of lurching and inimical faces into a single formula of Merry-Go-Round
Grotesque and Lunatic Dance:
A precisely laid carnival of Dolls
--Fully emblazoned will pull string limbs and inchoate syntaxes
A wide and boundless collection of frozen yet predictable horror
Where newly assigned and souless stick figures would march
In perfect accord to her Soundless touch and Invisible Eye.
--This Inner Conductor's entourage was a miracle and sarcasm beyond conception! --
Though raped and disfigured through untold broken* and shattered paths
She held the memories others dared not touch - but blithefully pass down
For other generations to bear,
Imbuing the Shadows of her daily tread with the flickering glow
From her House of Inner to the Earth drawn drama
She survived her days by shuffling the cards of a Dream.
*Alt. unseen.
(with neither light nor pause of Inner reflection)
VI
Alone, One Brilliant Summer Morning
In an Endless Spectacle of Spiralling Daisy Scented Fields -
Deeply Entranced and Drawn to the Enchanted Call,
She roamed the Dialogues of vast jeweled creature smiles
As she grew the wings of ancient corporeal delight
And alighted in multilingual joy with Bluejay Flight...
Scurried with the Ants in numerical and perfect fancy
And Sung through the earth emerald flesh
Melodious hymnals with unseen Toads.
-- All Voices were the weaving of her single voice and eternal embrace:
And for the moment she left the cloud gathering pariahs
To their own diffuse and ineffable chatter.
While her Soul flashed the colors of its Naked Delight
And the Earth sang in syncopative lavish tones to the radiant musings
Of the child's soarless glee!
--The entire sky flashed its single mass of Light --
Words stripped bare of their false chrysalises
And joined in the Greater Language of their Inner Heart:
Places where all exchange the gifts and creates the fables that roam through time.*
The symbiotic creature of single joy was infinitely aglow in her Silent Delight!
*Alt. that span the road or mark our memories of our walk in time.
VII
Through Unseen stretches of endless play
A quickened voice begun to recast the fields of emerald Light
And in the outermost horizon one odd flickering glow caught the Eye of the Unseen child.
While myriads of creatures retired to their evening home*
She alone remained above the ground.
In a playful whirl of utter innocence...turning through the twilight air
She gazed upon a most unseeming Star.
Lost now in the magnificence of an Unknown Sky
All now rapidly begun to be swallowed in the murmur of a growing eve
And suddenly in an unforseen step of regal and indeterminate gait
She alighted upon the dimly lit path towards the beckoning pull of an Unknown Call.
Journey through the unhewned paths of dense and towering woods
She queried but for a moment's span..and continued as though a Moth
Drawn by instinct to its accord.
And just above fully arrayed in the clearing, a strange luminescence
And an endless train of odd looking creatures all gathered in a spiral
Of strange and magnificient Beauty.
Approaching closer still, she began to slow in a syncopative rhythm,
Enchanted by the Heavenly sounds,
The Music of all Tones set her aglow
And lifted her Soul in rapt Astonishment!
And as she neared this most curious and inmost wonder,
Her eyes became englazed upon the aureole shield of...his song (?)
While her soul liquefied into a transparency of Pure Light!
...No moment had remained..All had vanished
A perpetual hush of silently still and rapt eternity!
Carried by the Winds of Sheer Delight
A little boy creature had Sung himself across the Unknown
Singing in the Image of Melodies never before drawn
Here in the Invisible Place
Where Disguise is Art and Play its only Truth.
She sat besides him in the golden and sweetened air of enchanted Bliss
Exchanging the stories of her Line...
Memories of centuries spanned in an instant by a knowing glance.
And in a God's and Goddess's supreme and inevitable Dance
Unyoked All Dreams from the multi-thrilling ecstasies of Oneness' Light!
- And in the miracle grove of Unthought Space
Where all silently sealed sounds converge in the radiant streams of Speechless awe
A billion universes flashed the aegis of their Soul in a supremely laid formula
To an Ectasied One,
As they, the embodied Children of divine and inverted Light
Reached over the ridge of their Emerald Sky
And into the Conscious Birth of a New time.
Beyond the furthest reaches of the most Ancient Gods
They summoned with an irradiant kiss of gold
A New chapter in Love and Play:
As the Nuptial parties of the antipodal corridors Sang in joyous reverence
And the Creatures of all abodes played upon a single axis of self-spun Joy
As the subterranean and ethereal airs embraced
And the One spoke to the One!
*Alt. muse.
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With the call of Morning Birds she arose in unaccustomed and Speechless Reverie.
As though in-between an eye of morn and eve,
She began to wipe the morning dew from her tear filled eyes
And as though (still) in a dream reached out to touch him
But to her utter bemusement found she could not:
-- For though they were One, time itself had not yet grown --
In Ineffable yearning...though uncompromising resolve
Reaching beyond all musings of gods or men
She began to smile a smile of multi-kindred and Unknown worlds
As she began to play with the Faery Inspired One.
And although he could not see her it did not matter
For the sounds of his heart was the timeless song of her Soul!
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