in memory of Isabel Van Merlin's
Merrimac Mic
Around an emptiness of absolute
identity is swirling river thunderstorms of voices emanating from the lightning
strikes of mystical intent
engendering an eye above a traffic
circle where the poets talk in tongues and utter stories like the secret caves
of France or China
where a woman staring at the wall
is seeing through the vehicles of space and time discerning all is
consciousness
and in this consciousness
reflecting only in this consciousness is self-awareness of the self intending
self-awareness of the great unknown
and now the known-unknown and
nothing else is known O Vishnu Shiva Shakti Krishna Ishvara Brahma Vishnu thank
you thank you thank you
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