Elephantine strides through memory
Anoint comforts when the mind is occupied
With choices on the breath and needs are satisfied
With so little stimulation. Revise the inventory,
Raise the stakes in fractions, ignore the signatories,
Take a stand and ask yourself, what’s been petrified,
Where’s the fractal scrawled upon the walls so sanctified
From changes soldered to eternity? Inflammatory
Selfdom pacified, perhaps, but there is no closure found in rest
Nor in the restive inspiration; what dreams have forged flamingo
Bliss that soothes the buyer’s mind or softens in the seller’s tone,
The bias toward the natural final stop or just another philosopher’s stone?
Some random kiss that lasts a thousand seconds cannot stand the test,
And never mind the consequences, nor accents in the innuendo.
Posted in Buyers, Innuendo, Kiss, Philosopher's stone, Poetry, Self, Sellers
Tagged Delusion, Lyric Poetry, Samsara, Sonnet, Sonnets
Bahá’ís throughout the world gather this evening after sunset or tomorrow before sunset to celebrate the first Day of the Bahá’í Month of ‘Ilm [Knowledge]…
“Sonnet in Honour of the Feast of ‘Ilm or`Knowledge'”
What he knows is what he tells himself,
What Êblis whispers to him, what unfolds
Within; which is to say there’s no Golden
Ratio beside what’s stored so neatly on the shelves;
Which is to say that knowledge forms his selves
In all there is, all that can
Be earned, and later learned; which is to say this man’s
Passions’ orison’s once removed from childhood’s saturated wealth
Is innocence abused, its light’s defused, dissolving into ruins at the edge
Of his own mother’s womb to repeat the keys and chords of Cain. His test,
A recurring scream; his dreams in ruins, the colony is resettled. Let it rest.
And cease the plaintiff cry for more when the ore and samples’ core
survives the crucibles’ age-old pledges.
Light resolves to virtue, fire to vice; what, then, but God’s own spittle
Can be so disparate from heaven…or in the end can the Golden Calf from hell achieve so very little?
Posted in Êblis, Cain, Childhood, Chords, Crucible, Dream, Golden Calf, Golden Ratio, Innocence, Keys, Knowledge, Lyric Poetry, Ore, Orisons, Passion, Plaintiff, Pledges, Poetry, Scream, Self, Sonnet, Spittle, Tests, Womb
Tagged Age, Aging, Existence, Immortality, Lyric Poetry, Mortality, Sonnet, Tragic Flaw