Raising the Wind.

 

The Conscious Dreamer weaving the Fabric of Mind.

Raising the Wind.

~*~

I feel dead to this human world,

demented, dumbfounded, de-energized;

my Mind sees empty Nothingness,

an EYE looks back from the Myst!

~

Baptism in GOD dissolves all to Dust,

except for the Ash of metallic Salt;

even the fire devours its own tail!

How to speak this Language immortal?

~

The ONE everywhere appears nowhere,

yet the porous Grail breathes the Air;

now I can see with sheer Lucidity,

the Flour of Manna all around me!

~

Animals dream but know not how,

untamed images fall from GOD's brow.

Panpsychic animism begins the way,

quantum Subjectivism ends the Day.

~

To remain in this Cloud of Unknowing,

I must conjure-up the Dreaming:

Manna into Salt, Wine and Bread,

from Dust, Myst and Flour willed!

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The Still breathes by photosynthesis,

Green Man of vegetative Awareness;

raising the Wind of GOD's Mind,

by painting a Portrait in the Field.

~

The magical Dust is the Myst in Mind,

inside my Grail to fill with Wine;

and Flour rises by free will freed,

Bread from just one Word conceived!

~

Even humans conjure-up the Wind,

unconsciously projecting co-creation:

dream car, house, marriage and career,

before our eyes godly myths appear!

~

The Canvas turns out to be a Screen,

we project upon at all levels of being;

at first we need objects to subjectify,

till we internalize the Beam of the Eye!

~

GOD, forever Still in concentration,

Heaven heaves her infinite Motion;

spilled Milk rises as Blood and Bread,

developing the Self~Image of a god.

~*~

Gopala Krishna conjuring the Milky Way.