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VITRIOL
“Believe your heart, especially when it's already tried and tested. Never contradict it, for it can usually foresee what matters most. It is your private oracle.”
― Baltasar Gracián, The Art of Worldly Wisdom
The mind is a wave machine that reaches out
Constantly, a rhythmic trance of shifting thought,
Originating in the distant mirage like horizon,
Some strange epicenter, in a womb of everyone
And everything, born, in the secrecy of latency,
So far away, beyond the perception’s potentiality,
Where ships sails are consumed in a brash flash
Of an equidistant solar globe, that does flash brash
Sending golden scatter wings shifting & scattering
Over the surface, cut in angular facets maneuvering
In linear breaking constancies, in a forever time,
Forever spinning the hour glass with the sands of rhyme
Entering the mind, at a point & place where the mind
Does seek to find, a sign, in the limitless, unlimited design
At a depth or distance in the horizon, set, shimmering,
Glimmering, gleaming, scintillating, summoning, calling.
* * *
First and foremost -
it is love – It is trust.
It is merging into the evolving vision -
in the horizon,
grasping-seizing, without indecision.
It is fearless entry into the dimension -
of the thought,
And learning to watch it unfold -
to capture and hold
with a reckless abandonment, that is bold.
To penetrate and maintain the hold
of the vision
Until the crystal soul vibrates like a completed mission
… And inmost pact & decision
at the vitriol diameters
to follow the thing to the fiery parameters
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