The Eye of the Storm
The enigma of the labyrinth of life is the eruption of a presence
within the ruins of perception. Suddenly the pathways turn in an unknown
direction, circumnavigating the poisonous snakes in the desert storm.
It is the presence of the sacred cave, co-existing in turmoil and confusing
signals, that stick on the walls of a Consciousness too full to receive
the sparks in the cracks and crannies of the tomb.
Consequently, infinite paths and dead ends call for remarkable transitions
that envelope the senses and ignite surprise and wonder.
The smell of fresh rain, the fragrance illuminating the defense of dreaming.
The sequences of poetic mystery soured by sunlight raise the confessions
of the cathedral to mark the myriad of mercies bestowed by one
well honored and past due rain. The torrent of frequencies that fly around the
magnetic pole of ice that rising out of the desert, create an endless spiral
of field mice and their cities, preserving in place the unending treadmill of modern
society, where needy and greedy survive in the illusion of life as a social event
of games and winning in the chaos and Self-destruction.
Let the noise shake the ground so as to collapse the architecture of human folly
and render a landscape, melted and fragmented into crushed jewelry and mirrors.
Glinting silhouettes of past triptychs and shrines to the Gods of ever grander monuments,
incinerating the exposure of ignorance awaiting nothing and no one.
Let that moment of Peace resonate the Truth in the Eye of the Storm,
for all things pass unexpectedly, and this too shall.
