& in all things am I dispersed

& in all things am I dispersed

 

gold fleece on the hunted deer.
the Name of everything.
sweet poison eternally churned
from the milky ocean.
futurity’s mirror. ivory gate
of death.
the fruit I hold out spins
the dharma wheel.
I weep
I weep
dry water I am, cold fire, “our”
Materia, mother & matrix
eternally in labor.
The crescent I stand on rocks
like a shaky boat, it is
the winking eye of God.

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& in all things am I dispersed

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