This summit
-is made of mist-
original poetryThere's a wavelength so placid
That arrives during motionlessness
On the crest of its grey rainbow
My body discards itself and
Selects the infinite.
Concerns are exchanged for urgings:
Proliferation must go on.
{dark . corners . vibrant . facebeam
unknown setting . features morph
you . I . it . We . vague
certainty escapes.
that I am, even
cannot be}
Gaurantees vanish; there is only discovery.
In a moment that explores itself
There is an updrafting ephiphany:
The summit of petrified awareness
Is the foothills, veiled in mist.
Notes
This poem explores the paradox of lucidity and confusion that comes with consciousness. It seeks to show parallels between the dream state and the waking state, and the states of ignorance and knowledge. In short, it is a nondualistic vignette expounded through the medium of dualistic languaging. (As always, feel free to forego reading these notes; they are optional, for those who desire a concrete aid to fuller comprehension.)
Stanza 1-3
There's a wavelength...must go on..
Stanza 4
dark corners...cannot be..
Stanza 5 & 6
guarantees vanish...veiled in mist..
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1/22/18
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