The Void is Holofractal

I hear the voice again, the same voice
the quiet midnight light so many times
from grass and mist and clouds
enter my north room
touching the walls with
grass and clouds and mist.

The blue light finds an entrance
bending on me its kind eyes
brushing my hair with silver stone
and when it comes,
I am outnumbered.
 

Smothered thick like jellyfish
glowing in the expanse of silence,
I feel the shock of love
and pulse of vision. 


Mother?


Translucent body of all color
moving spaceless in showers
of auras more perfect than time
you deliver me to other beings
who reign on psychedelic stars
circling this planet bestowing
their prismatic love to us all
infinite God, standing here before
the turn of the labyrinth where
other universes have once
come and gone.  


Nothing.


Only the voice calls
I take no bonds
I leave none bound
nothing is fuller and surer
than deity, your bright
and perfect voice and
love, and love, and love
your infinite domain.

Cosmic madonna
you, whom with tender touch,
destroys me in your strange
blaze to let me hear the
chatter of saints speaking
in rapt wonderment
of Vishnu, Krishna and Christ
under the banyan tree at
Dakshineswar where
one day, one day, one day  
we too will empty our cups.

Til then, I am set free in my body that
this earth still so gently bears
sharing with me the grace
of the ones who walk
between worlds to
make man a prophet.

It’s all true enough
but — are you still in the city?
All night in wild talk
taking your gin cool
and your joints strong
oversexed and anxious
clutching tightly your acquisitions
hanging them like game on exhibit
from the bars of your bedroom window.

The women are plenty, they are
but love doesn’t amply come
because it is here to be realized
see to your Eternal Mother, calling
you beyond the veil
abiding in oblivion
where love, love, love
is the infinite domain.

Fall from the hell realm of the mind
to the death-vortex wrapping us in light 
hail the Lord of the universe
crashing eruptions to the
pitch of the void singing the blues
in tune with you, with me,
and heavens dead in time 
here now to be realized
warlock, cartographer, further traveler
the invitation is open
the voyage continues
at the turn of the labyrinth
there is only one way.

Follow her into the void
the unbelievable unending
emptiness the enormous
nothingness that held you
before you touched your own flesh
sparkling vortex of all eternity
on and on and on she raves.