Walk Don't March

Divinity student
Studies the Devine
Miracles could happen
Your water into wine

Never mind this hustle
Wasn't working out for me
Bring your own muse beside you
Let the sound set you free

Moving toward my Mecca
My tin soldiers into dawn
With no banner to announce me
or semaphorics to alarm

This act's gone under covers
Like a top-40 band
We might take the odd request now
if our time do be at hand

"Can you count, or are you deaf?"
Said a thief as if a joke
I been thru there & done that
Now it's time to break that yoke

from My Mecca
©2006 by Tigress and The U-Fraidees
USED BY PERMISSION

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Maha-Rishi posits the connexion of
the potential and the potentiated
as *the ultimate subjectivity*,
using the language of aesthetics

Maha-Vishnu, the Supreme Personality
may be described as the complement to that,
using similar language:
*the ultimate objectivity*

:stands aloof:
and is not disengaged from his pastime
lies on the ocean, creating universes
the embodiment of all subtle causes

is 'not' material;
before the expansion into
unlimited forms, into his plenary parts
with all potencies

before the potentiation,
the substantiation
into myriad component parts,
his Shakti:

[we can locate her in the margins;
in between, on cusps, on the verge
ever-ready,
in fugitive vision -
"I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye"]

along the subtle membrane
the horizon breaks
the wave forms
time begins where it left off,
at the end of the cycle,
at zero crossing.

in that instant: instantiation
an electrical circuit was made
and a fundamental tone
began generating a series of harmonics
and time began to move

before this, the original Person -
before he contemplated the Self,
so as to begin the whole process -
resided outside of time...

outside of time - while being, always
the sum total of time:
pradhana/subtle/undifferentiated
energy-in-sum
limitless
boundless

in perpetuo moto, inexorable
still and constant, unmoved
simultaneous

boundlessly expanding
into infinite frontiers
individuating into soul
jiva fabric vastly unfolding into waves

The Dreamer lies back down (on oceans,
in rivers, ripples receding into timelessness)
and continues dreaming...

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six stanzas

1. gangly tomboy porcelain sister
bangs out Robert Johnson licks in dobro time, squared
terraplane-ing rhythm by dressing-for-less corners
collecting offered alms in porkpie hat routine

2. dedicated, wired, sharply-honed delicate girl
self-conscious/ever-readied, in multi-hued arrays
displays warrior adornment in critique of en masse-driving
boots blackly combat evil-doers, locks-in-all-dread

3. she studies sung heroines and cherishes unsung heroes
attends to village councils and cruxes of all timely matters
wicked/wiccan, she thrives in tribal cafes of telescoped light
and second-tiered bookstores, true witness to tried recipes

4. holder of secrets, keeper of flames
Druidic, Ancient, Mayan, Sapphic
archaically she retunes flawed design via subtle science
to mitigate quick dissonances and manufactured counterpoint

5. her armies made ready for time of Kali Yuga
the wind-it-down, ratchet up, en total mass retained
she aims to transcend, to levitate from dug ditches,
to contrapunctuate and penetrate thru quicksand black holes

6. she aspires to handle dark matter
slipstream through margins, and touch time once more
to melt in timeless pools reflecting truth, light and all source
amniotically she awaits, anticipating birth by supernova

©2007, Musings and Investigations
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED