Tag Archive: Ein Sof


Sage

Never ever rethink a post once it’s out there
unless it is actually needed

You second guessing
You is hilarious

Chagall 2017

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To A Page

blank page – i don’t know
whether to load it or stroke it

or smoke it
down to the wick
(be flip
for an idea)
must be cartesian
product they’re
selling ’round
here

cheaply, on chagall’s time
not mine, I speak through
him, it’s rare to meet such
a medium…Well done! When
the steaks are – scratch that –
the stakes are high, way above
our heads – scratch that –
my head, an aftermath befitting,
a prequel to an epilogue, a rattle
of prose chugs along, not waylaid and
cannonballed. Sometimes you just got to
get up hill a bit and start to tilt down crest
allow yourself to roll to the finish, pick up steam
as the contour of the line permits, it’s a coaster
works on gravity, life’s a carnival.

blank page – i don’t know
whether to eat it or eye it
so i sing it
lullaby

© Chagall ∞

To Fall Airily Upward

I leap for the net with big holes
hoping I’ll miss and fall through

to be a mastermind I dress the part,
strip down

the cement is just for weight dear
look who’s back in town!

once I fell
and bounced
only to fall again

and one time
I soared

rooflines ascending
the light on the bridge

a star and
a sky carpet
race

only
to lose
to time

somewhere
it’s rain

rivulets
lap over dappled gray rock
pondering whether
to ripple

this life is
a crazy puddle

I say thank you
in primary colors

each rung
I reach to

awash
eternal

somewhere
it’s storm

© Chagall ∞

The Ledge

Once in a landslide
I came to the edge
two steps away
from the fall

Carefully balanced
as if on trapeze
I prayed for
the crumble

To fall steady down
wind from anywhere

Anyone who cared could tell
I’d been asleep for a while

One final fingertip
scratches the ground
catching my breath
precedes free fall

then gravity

sinking, no water fills in the space
between me and the sky I float
down parting ways

Astride this time
unlike any I’ve ever ridden
must be the final wave

In crisp articulation
impressed on bottom sand

Running wild water angels

Awake in their trace
I lie down

© Chagall ∞

Defensive Strategy

Why erect a palisade
when one can simply vanish?

© Chagall ∞

Lost in Transformation

Autocorrect changed kiss off to kiss all without my knowing;
it’s probably just as well, all things as they must be.

© Chagall ∞

The Sefirot

Same bug’s been on the screen for hours now
basking in sun luxuriant as I.  I no longer
desire to swat You with my towel
for we are one.

© Chagall ∞

Non Dual

What do you most need to hear right now,
and what do I ache to tell you?

Your very existence suffices, it’s all Is.
Our options: there is no God; there is no You;
You are God; there’s Nothing but God.

Choose one or the other,
all or not; it’s one in the end.

I yearn to
return to the Ordinary immersed in colors, deeply absorbed
in light extraordinaire, the water not the wave.

I shed the boundaries, address what is there beyond me –
the other – as You inclusive of me. I switch the wires,
so to speak. I co-opt all of existence, call it my own.

Creation is a figure cast like a rainbow upon my ground,
just a stone’s throw from joy.

© Chagall ∞

Ecstatic Illogic

If
you’re aware
that
you’re praying
then
you’re not.

Chagall 2016

Reclamation in Two Acts

1
The ray of light
on return to the sun
discovered she wasn’t
so special at all

(agonizingly long intermission, theater in total darkness, misty haze in lieu of vibraphone tones to alert the Watchers that the show is resuming)

2
Whatever your form
you’re divine

Chagall 2016

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