The earth is yin-yang yantra assemblage point…
The earth is transformation point spinning on a quadro-centric vortex…
E-A-R-T-H = Entanglement-Aura-Rotating-Towards-Heliogram
A deep valley
Glides into the umbra sheathing the watering hole
A thousands steps into the rocky face of the earth
She hears the leaves fall, the flowers bloom
And weave around the placenta of time
Embryonic self, soft and childlike
Throbbing in the heart
Glittering in the rainbow
Pains it absorbed
Gushing streams of light
Poetry’s magical vision
Strangely sublime
Shaking unknown hand of a true friend
Distant and star-like
Summons from the other world
Invoking thoughts unmanifest
Circumambulation on the lateral surface
In an almost sinuous spiral
The sun toward the earth
The moon toward the earth
The earthward sun
The sunward moon
A thousand horses
Freezing on her ancient skin
A being of joyous ecstasy
Fool’s paradise crowns the king of the world
And through her warm nurturing charm
Ages have passed in manifold ways
Grasshoppers fly
The sages and wasps
And the caterpillar
At the end of the protean dream
Knows not the pulse ringing in emptiness
But sense the unknown psychic vibration
One day it too will dance, recreate
And bear the imprint of flight infancy
Through the worm-hole
Trade secret nature’s boon
She is yin in yang
Yang in yin
Transcending both, levitating
No-way is the other way
Of the end and the beginning
The river laughs
Flowing tediously
Labouring like the yoke
And garden grew on its sides
Palaces, courtyards and mansions of kings
And democratic tongues lapping on the shore
Of private lords and anonymous gods
Who threw themselves on seas
Drowning like Poseidon
Or on the endless fire
Rejoining the pyre
To scribble dots
Awaken a newborn
Or the dead
In the valley
Where bones chuckle like imposters
Roosting the anthem of human liberty
From the bondage of claims that history learned
In the kindergarten of remembrance
Satire fits the glove, irony the knife
To operate the etherised patient on the table
And make tragedy the softer side
Of a queen’s lucky totem
For a musical entendre of comedy
And nirvana that flits between past present and future
Love’s flame not extinguished
And on the altar of silence
Earth have sacrificed herself
To see the sun grow
And the universe play
Like a dancing child acting onstage
Before a dream audience of the invisible self.
– J