Submissions by okietaoist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
dulces...
mi palomita,
sus manzanitas dulces:
fruta del cielo
sus manzanitas dulces:
fruta del cielo
845 reads
2 Comments
bleach?
clabbered
thought smeared across the page:
a mess.
curds sticking in fell geometries.
whey flowing, seeping through the paper:
it will dry.
i
wonder if it will leave a stain...
thought smeared across the page:
a mess.
curds sticking in fell geometries.
whey flowing, seeping through the paper:
it will dry.
i
wonder if it will leave a stain...
905 reads
2 Comments
secundus
cosmic
spaces in between the
quanta;
gazing through wave forms, the mystic's eyes
lock with the astronomer's gazing
into space.
scale
is a slipp'ry separation.
spaces in between the
quanta;
gazing through wave forms, the mystic's eyes
lock with the astronomer's gazing
into space.
scale
is a slipp'ry separation.
854 reads
2 Comments
ummmmm...
shhhh...
hush that sweet mouth.
please
kiss me now...
hush that sweet mouth.
please
kiss me now...
1499 reads
1 Comment
reflection
look
into others.
see
into you.
into others.
see
into you.
1018 reads
3 Comments
speculum f
fractal
foundation:
fixed forms find fluctuation.
fear-free,
flying.
filigreed fundamentals
formatting,
fitting.
foundation:
fixed forms find fluctuation.
fear-free,
flying.
filigreed fundamentals
formatting,
fitting.
868 reads
7 Comments
speculum
scrying
math'matics
for creation's innate forms
i find
blind eyes.
i simply cannot fathom
the spaces
i scrye.
math'matics
for creation's innate forms
i find
blind eyes.
i simply cannot fathom
the spaces
i scrye.
1039 reads
3 Comments
anaximander says what?
stuff
in all its myriad forms,
creation:
physis.
hylozoisis:
pneuma vivifies everything.
life's sweet breath issues forth from
apeiron (the tao),
the motive principle,
the source and surroundings of all.
in all its myriad forms,
creation:
physis.
hylozoisis:
pneuma vivifies everything.
life's sweet breath issues forth from
apeiron (the tao),
the motive principle,
the source and surroundings of all.
#philosophical
975 reads
1 Comment
vesica piscis
void
inside overlapped circles;
a gateway,
portal...
cyclopean eye...
commingling of energies...
the hinge of sacred flowers
(of seeds and solids):
lotus's petal,
sacrament for a wand'ring soul.
inside overlapped circles;
a gateway,
portal...
cyclopean eye...
commingling of energies...
the hinge of sacred flowers
(of seeds and solids):
lotus's petal,
sacrament for a wand'ring soul.
894 reads
5 Comments
epistulate
the
numbers are descriptive
of
the pattern we are a part of.
resonance
on each level
of space-time:
pale, amorphous ambiguity,
expository arithmetic.
nascent thought-forms spawning thought-forms
by far more ancient than their source:
we are dendrites in the mind of god.
pneuma moving through the ether
making time, the
potential gone kinetic;
the two forming the lattice
under all else.
woven through and depending from
that base, the elemental physis:
the quartered whole, the opposites;
earth and water, fire...
numbers are descriptive
of
the pattern we are a part of.
resonance
on each level
of space-time:
pale, amorphous ambiguity,
expository arithmetic.
nascent thought-forms spawning thought-forms
by far more ancient than their source:
we are dendrites in the mind of god.
pneuma moving through the ether
making time, the
potential gone kinetic;
the two forming the lattice
under all else.
woven through and depending from
that base, the elemental physis:
the quartered whole, the opposites;
earth and water, fire...
1070 reads
3 Comments
meditation on 'light'
this multitude of candles
so brightly lights this place they sit
i must cup my hand behind
each wick to see if it is lit.
2007
to
focus on the flower
is
to deny that the tree bears fruit.
seeing now
what was then
shows me there was hardly any light:
my eyes were slits in the darkness
when i stumbled on those candles
of which but a few were lit.
i wandered, dazed,
among them thinking i'd found the sun.
now that my eyes have adjusted
i recognize dawn for what it is.
i...
so brightly lights this place they sit
i must cup my hand behind
each wick to see if it is lit.
2007
to
focus on the flower
is
to deny that the tree bears fruit.
seeing now
what was then
shows me there was hardly any light:
my eyes were slits in the darkness
when i stumbled on those candles
of which but a few were lit.
i wandered, dazed,
among them thinking i'd found the sun.
now that my eyes have adjusted
i recognize dawn for what it is.
i...
792 reads
1 Comment
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