The master’s halo
Like a saint’s around the sun:
All is accomplished,
All phenomena
Forever exhausted,done–
Just an image left
On the fourth level,
Rainbow hues speaking in tongues
To moon-gazing ants
Ignorance-grounded.
AH: wordless in great wonder,
We squat as swamp frogs
At his lotus feet
Catching only the odd fly
As universes
Limitlessly pure
Pour forth in dances of light.
Their natural state,
As the coronas
Around beginningless suns–
Beginningless moons–
No need to look up,
Look in,
Look out anywhere–
Hologrammic space
Floating bubble-like
In trillions of tigles
From the master’s heart.
Leap,frog!
Integrate…
Lee Bray Hemel Hempstead,UK 13.4.14 5.05 pm
