Scattering The Timeweb

I made the posture of EIXI

I drew the sign of the southern tower

Awoke in a distant sea

of purple and bliss

In a far off corner

of a world close, still afar

The stroke of God's hand upon my brow

A subparticular caress of the universe

As in a fevery dream I meet a greater reality

I took hold of time, by a note in minor b

A ladder of light,

seen not by eye but mind

Appearing before me

in this grandeur rite

I splinter the frosted web

of time with the cup

I leap forward into a history

ancient and bygone

In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation

And in my spine I felt its end

An ever raging pool of unpredictability

I dived and swam on the back of a whale of white noise

In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation

And in my spine I felt its end