the love mirror( variation)

[revolutionrabbit]

the true mirror reflects nothing
so the poem in truth also has nothing to reflect
and reflects all having said that, does not obscure the sun
yet all things give birth to the poem the moon is the center
of nothing and the stars hold up the curtain that forever
is drawn back on the eternal actor the poet exists
in the ground of existence the possible
contexts of a dialogue folded within
the secrets of a mason the golden cup within
the emerald cauldron a seething liquid mirror
whose surface becomes history,
we have seen the dark ages turning the ever darker
pages within an above and below given the ever darker hidden
meanings that fell from the sky,

fell from the ringed hand of the kings of grave misgiving,
royal diamonds who arrange themselves according to certain
imaginings, the images fall at random also according to some
hidden dialogue/dialectic/dual quickening once called dragon
or called pen or cross so rose colored glass so then,
the silent awakening holds the great pearl in the hand
of the unseen one the voices float through darkness
on vast stages of shadows and flickering flames the cry
of the chanting voice beyond the plume of cloud,
the twilight of the surreal idols,
our unknowing our unwritten tears that quench not
the sputtering fumes,alchemic lapis lamps
the pact with the patriarchy,
the theater of perspective within the child's painted eye ,
the philosopher's stone that floats above the Buddhist
and Mongol, and under the Plate of Dali,
spinning in voids of wind and rainbow auras,
huge sunflowers with seeds of revolution within
cosmic nucleus evolving, the whole play happens in one sentence,
one moment in history that goes down through the tunnels of rabbits
with pocket watches, past the sewers of zero and the mosques of Sufi

numbers, houses of healing knowledge within key holes of grandeur
and splendor, held in a honeycomb moment of dripping essence,
in one magnificent passage through the hall
of spiritual well springs turning on a mountain top
that was overwhelmed by crusades and causality,
the cathodes of cathartic proxysm paradox paradise lost
and ground of being turning gyre thrice blessed in a grain
of sand yet in one gesture in one flick of a morning star
one cool nod past the underground river ever flowing
the hanging colored beads of flashing lights dancing
demons, spirits, fairies, gypsies, phantoms, costumes
of monsters and gods one cast glance over the empty crowds
one last smoke cast into the abyss of flood lights,
one smile that appears like the slice of moon,
then fades back into the true mirror one more exit
nothing reflected nothing revealed but her witch shape departs
and enters enters hands open wide to give wisdom

[Doreen Peri]

sometimes you just blow me away... this is one of those times... cool qat piece

so many great lines you have in here

[revolutionrabbit]

this piece was that other piece on here
then i wrote a poetic/philosophical version
that was prose on another site
in response to a blog about a book
called Hidden Wisdom by Timothy Murphy
then i made it back into a poem again
or tried to, so it became a reflection
on the contents of that book, as it were
kind of a difficult poem, bringing the
spontaneous surrealist to the fore.
There is a line or too in there that
came from something i wrote way
back in the early 70's, which was
my attempt to decipher Hidden Wisdom
or historical meaning of esoteric things
bla bla bla...ha ha, hope that helps
Doreen or just glad you saw something there.
I like to take difficult philosophical topics
and or spiritual ones and find images that
resonate.Peace.

[jim turner]

You are not easily read, but then most deep poetry requires effort. You sort of "force" me to read again, which is good. jim