The Oracular Mirror
The oracular mirror
interposes
a moment
in hazy indistinction,
the many
now appear mad,
have seemingly hacked
mind’s code,
the minority
which is not a minority
mail messages
to themselves
in preparation
(dying?)
of the field
of action —
so, in concealment,
clean and polish
the mirror,
metal,
till the mind’s light shines
like the mantis!
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In the Mountains
The void under the boughs
up a slope, down the sloes,
in the ancient day
I walk the mountain ridge,
hanging out on those rocks
there circa 166 BCE
a rogue group of druids
engaged in direct mystic practice
composed oral texts
describing their experience
which were transmitted
only to dedicated, interested parties
before the knowledge was lost
several generations later,
but it was that thing they do,
as I sit on the same rocks now,
that I fathom
by mammalian sense, sitting
a while [
]
and nobody knows
the abstruse black depth
of the breath
and air energy inhaled,
what futures
pass in steep succession