Magnificat Rose

Magnificat Rose

He is buddha consciousness
And not buddha consciousness
He died beneath the bodhi tree
Thousands of summers ago

He is the atman and paramatma
The atom and the adam
But he would politely decline the offer

He’s been a He
And she’s been a She
But now we’re grasping at straws

He is mohamed
And the message he gave through mohamed
Mohamed alone
And Mohamed not alone

He is the light and the darkness
And the balance of light and darkness
And the abode beyond
The ever-deepening and widening balance
Of the light and the darkness

He is indescribable
Yet constantly described 
Like a sun filled palace
Beauty transmuted into ecstasy
The sighing
Crying multi-universal 
Infinite loop de loop mojo spree

O lucid wisdom shorn
Individually unique as adorned
Manifested brilliantly as love 
On fire with form
With our own keys and gateway traces
Our own shiny jewels and criminal cases
Our own diagnostic static
Stairway stasis 
Burning red demographic fire
All preaching, all describing, all racing
All swirling 
All knowing…
O magnificat rose
To the humble blue humility in the tangents
Through the tantric white galactic 
Crux
In the silence
Of the requisite atomic weight of grace
There’s no deeper wine than love 
And so the pentagram plays
Ancient and newborn
An omnipotent push
How deep in the fire
Of the non-burning bush?
Barefoot
Just a drip of the bright
Buzzing amber blue 
Pineal flood

No echoes
No rewinding hyperbolic twists
No virtuosos
No polished young quick
Shiny crooked cracked
And hacked and whacked

No Zeldas for Kramers
No Greta Garbos
No Cassius Clays
No joltin’ Joe DiMaggios’
Withstood a crazed
Walt Whitman ranting daze
He who sings the song I sing inside me
Into the mystic summer haze
Through the haunted autumn crush
Took every hook was hocked 
Or honied honing right on in
The brush the blush
The stain the sin
The satan
Crooked
Crystal darwinian faceted mystic prism random
Re-up-took lite
Going up in bright
Rocketing spiraled spark-ed darts
Of twisted convoluted night
Diamond tungsten nanite strings
Gold the biting blinging ringing diamond clutch
As a drunken lilac
Full throttle throttling

Forever sings

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