LUMENESCENCE

A sacred light inside

from the breath of Tsaphkiel;

a hyper-dimensional shining, 

in a mystical Shakti of grace:

hidden within our suffering

and collective darknesses.

A beacon beyond any seeing

or direction -

I hear wings stirring the ethers - I sense a presence arising

with the pressure and rhythm 

of a storm or fever bursting, birthing a fresh be-coming:

I exist in the no-thing of Now:

the I evaporated.

Maya is the dancing dream.

Somewhere, 

there are consciousness so

sharp and bright -

stars and starry beings

walking within the eye of God:

lofted epiphanies of ecstasy

beyond any mortal metaphor.

Mean-the-while, 

we walk in sticky bones

with fleshy senses

extrapolating like crazy,

as if information can resolve our paradoxes:

reduce eternity to an equation

and put divinity in a box.