the burden of proof

the way of words
falls down unlearnt
tingling up my spine --

 

after words
inside this box inside the box
outside in speeding to your mind --

 

if heavens fuller brilliance
could reach your separate hell
in words worked out of wordless irony

 

within the sound without sound
which light makes bent before black eternity ~~~

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[Pema Dorje]

-- the dance with words in rhythms of a pen writing the cosmos all over again -- it's a create - I've yet to contrive as a way that's live in this box inside the box of my TV -- we woo our words in the way of 'wu we' and then we write unhesitatingly -- I don't know yet I'm confident that in the end not knowing is more than Zen but a state of peace not ignorance in which all creatives dance -- so scribble and blurt with alacrity the words you've danced with today while all the bits and plazma TV's hurl them out so speedily into our eyes as heaven sent or hells to those with woes unspent -- clarity of thought is carried to a brilliancy when imbued with Joy, not irony -- even monkeys sing in grunt and guttural to their baby's and each animal is a sound in this sound scape -- we HUmans notwithstanding -- From Egyptian Mythologies Hu is the Word of God -- the Sufi's proclaim the SOUND HU is the meaning of HUman -- These dervishes join in sounding the "HU" which is all the names of God in one -- so we are frequency riding the sound scape of creation mixing synaesthetically waves of Sound, Light and Elation -- the "hu" sound resounds -- the sound outside of sound which light makes when you've raised your frequency from doubt to revelation, riding the wave of elation -- feels like a tingling up your Monkey spine by which you've been bent before, but took to making a way as a writer of revelatory words without sophistry, irony or -- more with music that wings the stars on their way to the edges of black holes in the fabric of your dancing partners, these galaxies and quarks inside your divine remarks -- Truth is organic and mutable in form changing again when within like light hurtling fast in an empty space that you can see everyplace or a heart that's fire'd divine singing of Love in everything from flower to tree inside of you and in me -- oh how divine this Love can be