I PICKED a flower as red as MY EYES
A thorn pricked me;
I slayed 10,000 Syrians — in 30 BCE
IT was The Season of The Beast
A S N O W
:: 02.14.2020 ::
I PICKED a flower as red as MY EYES
A thorn pricked me;
I slayed 10,000 Syrians — in 30 BCE
IT was The Season of The Beast
A S N O W
:: 02.14.2020 ::
WHEREBY it may be declared
that mysticism is union
or absorption into that Diety
of knowledge barred
by the intellect…
I do contemplate
nay — surrender
that my character-soul
dreamy thunder-confusion
understands — and knows
The ultimate reality
is more than mere words
practised by unknowns
incomprehensible to minds
but deeply known
Feelings, intuition
beneath the bedsheets
of mistress-whole-mindness
::P::