Dharmadhatu that Springs from the Eternal Will-Force Shapes the Destiny of the Cosmic Creation that Has No-Beginning No-End: Plucking Strings and the Journey Ahead…

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Where there is no beginning, there ought to be no end

A ceaseless time-foam interspersed in space as discreet packets of quantum information energy

It’s a similar sight -the mountains, the rivers, the woods

And notes of the daedal string…

That you pluck to cause a vibration

A ripple in still water…

Astonished, you hire a car and stop at a gas station

Pretending to read a newspaper

Light a match

Browse books

And bid goodbye

The road ahead

Only the desert confronts you

The wind chills your bone…

You are not alone

So you drive

With no fear

Far and near

Hear the restless call of the wren and the raptor

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Freeze the blue skies

And blend with the old tribe of the canyon

And the stars appeared one by one

Like the frozen point of a needle

Milking the highway with love light

Flat tyres by the highway burn in fire

Stealing sun’s cosmic serpent

Feathered like the giant bird that flew over the mountains

Some said it was a phantasmal destiny

The headlights of a train caught in the fog           Indian Chief Whirling Horse Old Photograph

Or an airplane in the vortex

And the stones with legs twisted like twigs

Caressed the dying grass

Sniffed the air

In a broken rhythm

A hollow sound an echo

That came and whispered in the wind

It brought it home

Left only shadows that darkened the valley

A dead coyote

Lying on the highway

Under a barren moon

Brandished by poets who stained their fingers with coffee

Stamping their feet

Snubbing the ole fellow

A pointless venture into the size of the cosmos

A ridiculous journey back and forth in time

Never will it end or seize

Time like the trees

Grows and flows

Like a river’s canto into an ocean

And becomes the triple-time of no-time at all

That moment I seized as an eternal point

Concurrent to the Book of Nirvana

From which paradise must come forth

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L' amour fou

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L’ amour fou

Expressed as heliocentric tea-rose by Yves Saint Laurent

Or as splitting atoms in radioactive decay

Meaning the original replicated from that destined Dharmadhatu

Symbols fascinated by mirrors reflecting space-time gyres

Addressing the silent ripple

That disappears around a point I called the eternal plexus

On an empty page

They are mysterious beings that form and move

Around the thoughtless current in the void

And words flow like a lion stream

And chant: uradopha-iri-ramuri

Yaya-yin-yaya-yin

Yaya-yan-yaya-yan

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

Truva-un-mila-ramuri…

It was the hour before the journey was made

Plucking strings that opened the gate

Until no end… . …..

Until no end…

-J

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