The RAVISHING TRUTH 

of EVERYDAY

Every moment and breath,

the way life flows ineffably,

despite the polarities,

whatever it IS

by our little mortal definitions.

It is ALL, it is No-Thing -

with some sort of momentum

and consciousness.

Waters of the Deeps, 

God said - 

Sophia’s holy womb;

out of it sprang Names.

Separate, nano-fractal blobs of Be-ingness

born out of celestial Love

-or loneliness.

Described in linear form:

geometric or symbolic -

a sigil, metaphor or equation,

illumined by shape or sense:

quintessentially inexplicable,

an utter mystery

O crazied hominid!

How could a tiny mechanism

in the mind

do more than teeter in awe

and ardour,

surrendering to infinitude?

An unweening, blundering

creature

of impulse, curiosity and folly,

forever fear-fed with hubris.

Forgetting its sacred heart -

mislaid within the quantum moment,

inside his very own core.

It’s a holographic game

or pastime,

a fantasy, dream or illusion

asserted the perennial Sayers

….

It’s my heartspeking, beating

with the breath divine;

our resonant, collective pulse

rising with Earth's own rate,

sundering the dross

and dismantling the atrocious platitudes of history -

shaking free the root imperatives shimmering within.

Sobeit.