Thursday, October 30, 2008

Evolution's Blank Slate

(A ceremonial magician's visualization spell presaging November 9, 1989.)

I

The postulate, Janus, narrowed focus to breath:
inhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four;
exhale - two, three, four; hold - two, three, four. He slid
through a portal into a calming meditation. Lingering
decay, the final chord from "A Day in the Life," rang
memory's eardrum. Within his mind's eye loomed
a vision - a snake stretched out before Janus, writhing
emptyspace. The snake slithered into a winding
path, coalescing into solid footing. A lion approached
Janus, nuzzled against the man's leg, purred
and urged him forward. They strode into blackness.
Janus observed the snake-bridge spanned
from Mars to Jupiter, arching over asteroids.
Almost instantly, Janus and the lion reached
Jupiter. The archway poured out the astral
travelers at a solitary sentried, purple pyramid.

II

"Who approaches?" "Janus, Universal Law's humble
servant." "Define Universal Law?" "Why, Tzadkiel,
it is harmonious integration of the cosmos." "Be more
specific." "Unity's infinite, individual expressions,
which underlie Multiplicity." "How is this distilled?"
"Through Love's ewer." "Welcome, Master Janus."

III

Tzadkiel led the way into a tunnel. Elaborate hieroglyphs
covered the walls. Lapis Lazuli stones adorned silver censor
chalices, emitting pungent, cedar-scented wafts. Tzadkiel
handed Janus a torch and grabbed another for himself.
Together, they crossed the telescoping corridor's icy,
stone floor. "This plane dwells outside spacetime," Janus
considered as they arrived at an anteroom's veiled entrance
on the right, deep in the pyramid's bowels.

IV

"A sarcophagus stood, propped up in anteroom chamber's
center, lid opened and facing the sole blank wall within
the pyramid," Janus mentally noted as he blew into the room
alone, like a fall breeze, torch flashing as it flickered. Hieroglyphs
etched into the other three walls revealed magical formulas -
spells cast and designed to transmute the postulate's soul
and elevate imaginings into resonating overtones
upon the magnetosphere. Janus placed his torch's hilt
into a wall fixture and relaxed back into the sarcophagus.

V

"My will is blind,
all aspirations suspect;
dream's purity sublime -
let love's will, not mine,
be made manifest!"

VI

The blank wall before him hummed in E as Janus
beheld a spectacle, the apparently opportune offering,
an auspicious harbinger. Eyes gaping wide observed
a great wall crumble under common hands, a joyous
celebration of symbolic relief from bondage. He wept
as human spirit spit in tyranny's face. He grinned
broadly, knowing freedom can never be denied
when every shadowed face asserts Free Will
in one voice - one non-violent, yet unbending,
common will. Freedom's birthright! Janus
peered harder as the image dissipated, riding
a sudden chilling breeze.

VII

Janus grasped his torch, spent and exhilarated. He
rejoined Tzadkiel in the corridor. Instantly, they faced
pyramid's entrance. "You must return every night
for one year, Master Janus." "Is that all?" he chuckled.
"No. Invest your most fervent intentions into the vision,
move beyond merely believing reality will conform -
know with conviction reality already conformed to will."

VIII

The lion accompanied Janus back across the path,
but Janus rode the lion this time. With each step
the lion took, the path shortened, until soon, they
reached the snake-path's beginnings. Janus
dismounted and ruffled the lion's mane gratefully.
The lion roared back!

IX

From seemingly nowhere, yet simultaneously
everywhere, a brilliant flash awoke the postulate
to the softly decaying fade from "A Day in the Life,"
again and again, nightly, for a year. Then, Janus
released the vision with trust and conviction,
soon, entirely forgetting it.

X

(November 9, 1989.) Dreams' imperfections
express eternally, even from Love's will. The blank
wall awaits a new pyramidal weaver to etch
upon evolution's blank slate and wrought
civilization's ironclad restrictions into liberating
infinite potential, which grand libations to Beltane's
bonfires' exhortations forever describe.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Riddles

A fervent cry from the deepest reaches
Within caverns burrowed into the earth
Bemoans the plaintive mourning screeches
Which avail gods to re-invent mirth;
The only answer to these beseeches
Whisper riddles on the relative worth
Posed by arguments held in mind's niches
And whether they existed before birth:

Does folly seek meaning in drama?
Can a being compel tides to rise?
Must insight and growth incite through trauma,
Or does immanence live in compromise?
Do truth's seeds grow in myths of Rama?
Did the Buddha explain all he surmised?
Why do high cliffs house llamas and lamas?
Explain why nature must be revised.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Love's Labor's Lost and Found

Shadows across a wall.
Diffused moonlight
filters through curtains
fluttering in a breezy
stillness. He bolted
upright, awakening
to nystagmic dizziness.

Sudden vision,
a single photon
emerging - form's
stretched hint,
a glowing, coalescing,
looming irrationality.

A woman's figure,
soft focus fuzzy,
pastel yellow
raimented. Her form
revealed behind the mirror -
a rose scented,
amber hued,
sun-daughter,
moonchild.
A vestal vessel,
nakedly flush
her beatific blush -
emerald radiations -
glinted adorations,
the eternal epitome.

His slack
gaping jaws
pre-spoke.

Startled reassurance
emerged from silence,
mental whispers,
brimmed over,
a steaming elixir.

She sang,
"Exude yourself
beyond remuneration,
freedom from longing
for teeming sales tags
finds satisfaction
in interest cubed
upon unfathomable banks,
where account ledgers'
conditionless, fruitful trees
bear endless individuality
in a bountiful universe."

He smiled into her
questionlessly quenched
eyes, forever's offerings -
a self-contained reward.

"Sharing becomes adored."
She smiled.

Sparkling eyed
students acing tests
turn dripped candle wax
into castle moats' flood
as psalmic incantations
incite darkening
spheres, and ears
drown discord
in love's labor's
lost and found.

Monday, October 27, 2008

No Tomb for Ptolemy

Ptolemy's barq cavorted
upon a stormy river,
lithe chameleon's future genesis
yawned a chasm in response
to thunder clapped
mountain's exhortations.

Pyrrhonic revelations'
misspent tear torrents -
Pythia's Delphic lament -
foretold an unnatural, native-born,
mercenary, Mephistophelian vehemence,
fester ridden, within expanding continents
suffocated by a sweltering
ghetto screamed din.

"I live within the sarcophagus
and awaken in Necropolis,"
Ptolemy wailed from clutch's grasp -
Cleopatra's poisonous asp's pointed
fangs. Sirens' hymns for martyred,
seafaring Phoenicians epitomized
a Saracen sacrifice to satyr's satiety.

The sky flamed with summer
sunsets on coastal plains -
and Alaskan winter night
Northern Lights. Earth Mothers
wilted in Persephone's ignored gaze.

Meanwhile, Prometheus stole
another great fiery lick
from Olympus to re-temper
the Phoenix in its forge.

When, at last, will time
release Prometheus
from slavery to god?

A Horus-eyed hawk soars
over summits, sharing vestigially
glimpsed, tethered rings. Tolling
bells peal out Pharaoh's lineage
in mourning for Egyptian willful
abeyance to Cleopatra's ambition.

Dionysian rites never sprouted
their grape in Kem. So,
Augustus crushed rebellion
into a bitter flavored whine.

In earlier, still-more-ancient,
Egyptian dynastic reigns,
every citizen joyfully contributed
to erecting Pharaoh's majestic resting
edifices. Each Pharaoh's Ka redeemed
everyone within the realm during
his reign. By Pharaoh passing Maat's
test, a whole society found
its motives and merits judged
on Pharaoh's weightless heart.

Re-enacting Osirian rites
opens Abydos only to those
whose culture reveres harmony
with nature and all other cultures.

Cleopatra denied homage
to her brother and Pharaoh,
Ptolemy, like her time's Tut.
Her hand bore his blood's seed
even as she opened lotus
petals before laurel
wreathed Julius.
International ambition's lure
amid imperial design's
honeysuckle scent
and Roman luxuriant excess
turned Egyptian hearts away
from Ptolemy, who would have
gladly borne their sins.
Abydos' gates sealed.

No tomb was built for Ptolemy.
No funerary scrolls were written.
The teenage Pharaoh had no barq
to sail the river Styx.
He was not mummified - no canopic
jars bore his organs. Lost, eternally,
Ptolemy never found Maat, his Ka
forever unjudged. His soul,
together with the collective
Egyptian soul, like the Sphinx,
became entombed
by perpetually
shifting Saharan sands.

I'll provide some historical background, and a few bits of information below:

Many famous men named Ptolemy have walked eastern Mediterranean lands. The Ptolemy to whom this poem refers was the Pharaoh, Ptolemy XIV of Egypt, brother and husband of Cleopatra VII.

It was customary in Egypt during their time period for Egyptian rule's vesting to pass to the previous Pharaoh's eldest daughter's husband, and that the siblings would marry and the two would reign together. At the time of his marriage to Cleopatra VII, Ptolemy XIII (her first husband) was about 12 years old and Cleopatra about 17 or 18. This marriage was one of convenience (assisting Cleopatra to consolidate and validate her ruling position) and in name only (with Ptolemy so young, the marriage was never consummated).

Their rule's first three years issued from Cleopatra’s sole authority and policies. By 48 B.C., Ptolemy’s advisers sought to wrest power from Cleopatra, so they stripped her of power and forced her into exile in Syria. This occurred contemporaneously with the struggle between Julius Caesar and Pompeii for control over Rome. Pompeii sought assistance from his presumed ally Ptolemy XIII. However, the Pharaoh, almost literally, stabbed Pompeii in the back, as he sought to form a new alliance with Caesar. However, Caesar was appalled when presented with Pompeii’s head on a platter as a gift.

Caesar seized control of Alexandria, took command of the government, and demanded both Ptolemy and Cleopatra to appear before him. Cleopatra, knowing that Ptolemy’s men would kill her on sight, had herself smuggled into Caesar’s presence (legend has it, Cleopatra was rolled in a rug given to Caesar). Civil war arose out of the jealousy and greed for power. Ptolemy XIII ultimately died in the struggle.

Cleopatra then married her next-oldest, younger brother, Ptolemy XIV (who was 11 or 12 at the time), in order to re-legitimize her right to the throne. Cleopatra soon bore Julius Caesar a son (Ptolemy XV, aka Caesarian). Later, Caesar brought Cleopatra, Caesarian and Ptolemy XIV to Rome. After Caesar’s assassination, all three returned to Egypt. Wearied from her regal legitimacy being tied to men she could not control, Cleopatra had Ptolemy XIV assassinated by poison after their return to Egypt and married her very young son, Caesarian (Ptolemy XV), to permanently seal her legitimacy.

Pyrrhonism has to do with the doctrines established by Pyrrho, who founded a school of thought in ancient Greece which maintained radical skepticism as the attitude and posture toward offerings of answers to all questions.

Pythia was a priestess and prophetess dedicated to Apollo at Delphi.

Prometheus, in Greek mythology, was a Titan who stole some divine fire which belonged to Zeus and was kept on Olympus. Prometheus gave that fire to humanity. In punishment for this audacity, Zeus decreed first that humans would be forced to endure a love of and for pain embodied within the newly created Pandora.

Pandora possessed great beauty. However, she carried with her beauty's charm a box containing grief. Pandora’s beauty seduced humanity into accepting her presence as a gift from Zeus. Up to this time, humans experienced no evil upon Earth, they resided in a Utopian garden. However, when humanity accepted Pandora, she opened her box and unleashed all forms of evil and suffering upon everyone living or yet to be born.

Prometheus, though a Titan, was subservient to Zeus. Zeus was enraged that his sacred fire had been shared with humanity. He wanted to punish Prometheus in a manner guaranteed to deter any other immortal from aiding the mortal humans ever again by sharing with them godly gifts. So, Prometheus was chained to the Caucasus Mountains' highest point, had a vertical pillar driven through his body's center, and left there for an eagle to eat his liver by day, which would grow back at night in order to facilitate its being eaten again with each new day. The punishment was to last for 30 thousand years (the longest time period conceived by humans in the era when this legend originated, so essentially, for eternity). [Notice how the legend reveals a god who presented humanity with a great gift and was made to suffer for humanity upon a kind of crucifix of those times.]

Zeus, however, at a later time decided he wanted to bestow fame upon his son Heracles. So, Zeus awarded Heracles the office of releasing Prometheus. Heracles shot the eagle with a poisoned arrow and released Prometheus from the chains and pillar.

The Phoenix was, to ancient Egyptians, a legendary bird which lived for five or six centuries. The bird submitted to fire by an act of its own volition and arose from the ashes refreshed by new youth.

Dionysian rites were sensuous, frenzied and orgiastic, and devoted to Dionysus, the youngest of Zeus’ sons (Dionysus, it was said, was conceived during Zeus’ rape of his own daughter, Persephone). Dionysus later took Ariadne as his wife. Dionysus was also the Greek god of wine, salvation and redemption, and death and rebirth, and the Greek god who assumed the mantle of reign over the gods after Zeus’ reign ended.

Ancient Egyptians called their homeland by the name, Kem.

Augustus Caesar was the name taken by Octavian after defeating Marc Antony and enthroning himself as Rome’s Emperor.

The Egyptian lineage of Cleopatra's time belonged to descendants of Alexander, and elements from Greek culture encroached into Egyptian royalty. The traditional Egyptian gods held too strong of a hold on the people for them to ever worship gods and goddesses from the Greek culture.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Eternal Carousel

Reverie witnessed
snowflakes
fluttering down,
intermittently drifting,
landing one upon
another, piling up.

Ceaseless silence
swallowed a single
snowflake. It slithered
into the terrestrial womb.

Birthing a new Aeon,
the insemination
streamed fresh water
through the ocean's
briny body
at midnight
on an eternal carousel.

Our Shared, Gasped Embrace

We traipsed along the shoreline,
her hand engulfed by mine. Her eyes -
shining, sparkling-tipped
waves - rapt attention spanned
every luxuriant, eternal instant.

Wingless, we soared on updrafts,
our childlike innocence billowing
the same sails which navigated
Pelagius' course.

Excitement rose as bumps
upon her flesh as she strained into
our shared, gasped embrace.

We sat in planetary
alignment's warm
countenance, visualizing
the same, single yearning
in the electromagnetic afterglow
shimmering on an august, harmonic
convergence. Our souls
mated on the clouds.

The sky, blushed sunset
witnessing our passion and turned
its eyes to the roaring surf,
which insisted wave after wave
to crash in foamy
splashes. Quickening pulses
lapped at our cold, wet flesh
until our nakedly unashamed
stardust entwined into
our shared, gasped embrace.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Ancient, Nocturnal Lady

Ancient, nocturnal lady,
ladle yourself over my flesh
like hot fudge topping
dripping over a banana split.

Swim with me
in an electric whirlpool,
eddying between seasons
change, centered in the eye
of a hurricane, outside
warm rain's reach.

Stand next to me -
withstand the solar wind's brunt
as we emanate our own magnetosphere!
Plasma, in un-deplete-able quantities,
auroras - flashing, shimmering,
pulsing waves - galactic
nightglow erupts.

Insistence demands
no more whispers,
for Samhain's rites
cleave the sky at midnight,
moonlessly awakening
genetic memory.

Petulant fingers thrum
upon a cozmic tabletop.

"I could spend a lifetime
holding, gently but firmly,
your nipple in a toothy vise,
breathing and tasting," He realizes.

Electromagnetic chemistry
ignited empathic curiosity
as worry's own tears
washed forgiveness
into a Venice Beach
lightning striking night.

"I would forgo sleep
through every night,
squandering sweet existence,
just to learn to read
the braille in your
ivory fleshed curves."

Seemlessly, we embrace
the ocean's salty flavors
as we skinny dip
in an icy ocean
more alive than human
senses can reveal.

Ancient, nocturnal lady
your night never ends,
lucid dreams reign supreme,
fathoming every possibility
which ever welled up into Himalayas
from the deepest ocean floor -
monumental edifices erected
to memorialize
original cause,
opposites' insistent attraction.