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The Dreams of Yearning: A Poem

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Fully screaming Her erotic explosions conceived by Desire's Depths,

The screaming Eros, born of Serenity's stillness,

She entices Creation to sing in time to His twirling flirtatious tongue

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Embattered by Desire's need to be heard

The Depths of No Thing cries aloud! "Some Thing, Any Thing!"

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Thus Desire's Word generates ceaseless tidal waves

Sailing cyclically nude to

sparkle forth their dangerous beauty

into the cosmic eye of Mother Wisdom

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These waves of universal conception

Swoosh to and fro before the Light of day...

The Light thus blinds and binds us to a never ending story

conditioned by thousands of years of repertoire

Blinding us from the dark infinity of our sight!

Infinite Infant

How close the sound...

Limited thought inseminates fear of death

In succumbing to these empowered depths

Thus, the waves increase

leaving us more blind

to the clarity of eternal life

where individual lives cease....

and dissolve...

into undifferentiated life.

Can one fathom this bottomless topless essence,

this profound stillness

of the Ocean on a stormy night?

Calming the storm, we loose ourselves in erotic ecstasy

swallowed by Wisdom's cosmic vagina

We die within each moment only to be reborn

Light manifests Dark and Dark manifests Light

This flickering of the cosmic movie..."In and Out, Off and On"

The dance of Some Thing and No Thing twirl as one

in this screaming soundless moment of sonic stillness

But, with blind eye we only see the picture

while denying our need for Nothing's seed

Thus, the flower denies the dark ground in which she is anchored

while opening her arms to drink the intoxicating rays of the Sun.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodite

(The rapturous beauty of Wisdom arising from the Depths of the Ocean (Marie))


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Burl is an avid writer and publishes to OpEd News. He is author of "Sophia's Web: A Passionate Call to Heal Our Wounded Nature." As of this writing, Burl is planning to self-publish the book. Alongside his wife, Burl co-hosts an on line radio (more...)

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