Acorn

in the pattern
in the seed
all is present
all at once

"Infinite in finite"

"Infinite in finite"

Elohim

Field Forces
fold
in >< out

in spiral
aspires all
Form



1.
the Forces are the Forge

that Form the Forms

on fire in all directions

"apocalyptic master mind"

(from 'YHshVH Poems' an ongoing work-in-progress)

YHshVH was executed for sedition against Imperial Rome
for encouraging & supporting the Galilee insurrection

a bastard Romanish Jew
under the screws of two antagonistic cultyrs
at war with one another

and for many years after his death
a heightening of violence afterword ensued

like a hidden leaven
He, yes even HE
was widely held to be

a disturbed individual

radical revolutionary supported by terrorists
savage mystic believer in sympathetic magic
spiritual figurehead of tribal insurgents

apocalyptic master mind

He had a way about Him
of picking up others’ torches and carrying them

so far
in the distance his predecessors were forgotten

LIGHT they lit for me
pathway in the dark
revealed by the LIGHT

inside my house am I
all lit up by their LIGHT
everywhere inside . . .

"Our words are"

Our words are
literally
our World


Their permission
what they lead us to
is all we have now


All
we’ll ever have

"to begin"

to begin
to return
to Paradise

see
the Holy
in the profane

Vow

1
this body was born
and I know it will die

will be eaten up by sun
washd away by sea


2
I have enterd it
like an egg in the shell
and like a bird
going to another nest

when this one is rotted
I shall enter in
to different bodies
again and again


3
thus have I ever been
from beginning to end
of this world

giving up successive bodies
and assuming ever new ones
over & over ever again


4
and having
in the space of time
gotten in
to this present body

I am in this way
made to go
round
in an endless going round

and round on an endless circle
cycle

of beginningless births
and deathless deaths


5
until the meaning of my mattering
no longer matters, and the sphere

of my spirit
is pure spirit


6
and I peer out
in to the appearing
of a child

as a sun beam
through the eyehole
of a clearing


7
and I come to my senses at last


8
and I've determined to put an end

to my beginning without end


9
and I vow

never
again
to be

found on
this endless wheel of
these monstrous

transformigrations of Me

Charles Stein - Wisdom

from "3 Doctrinal Poems," included in 'Poems & Glyphs'

"Ecstasy"

woven in thorny crosses

on a spiral spike

I break open

in fiery blossoms

my body a flowerbed

red roses in bloom

My chin on yr heart

beating fast  my face

blushing with flame

Yr voice is every 
where      yr body every 
where

I take yr hand in mine

its reach fills my grasp

at last I am touching sky