& 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.

& in all things am I dispersed