The title to this poem came, meaning was spoken into my inner ear, at the very moment in the movie Maestro when Mahler’s Resurrection Symphony ends, which the main character, Leonard Bernstein, is conducting inside Ely Cathedral, England.
You’re gonna light a fire then,
somewhere in your heart,
to see past form and measure.
I can’t show this to you.
This is big stuff.
I ride it sometimes
a formless thought
so big I can’t contain eternity.
I mean I see pictures
of the forms of things
and know they’re void.
I see the act.
I wonder over creation,
how formless it is
in reality,
in essence.
I mean there’s nothing there.
A hold on reality,
that is all,
some picture frame
that houses more it can be.
I’m riding the waves of time,
and I can’t believe it’s there.
It has formlessness attached
to every rod.
We’re seeing things
in the cough of the Void.
Oneness is there
absolute.
Now let me get at this seeing.
I see nothing
would not be the truth of the matter.
I see bright and shiny.
I see a world before my eyes
imbued with meaning.
It gets stuck sometimes.
Where does the meaning come from?
From my very lips.
That’s larger than sound.
A story is spoken into the Void,
and the aeons stamp it out,
and we hear it.
We can’t grasp its meaning,
but we know it’s there
animated by souls.
Oh my lovely little boy,
my Rottweiler,
my Doberman,
that candle on the street
honking at me,
they are all lit with soul.
I see it in their eyes.
I can’t get over the vision.
They’re larger than soul.
My God what’s in there?
Have you every been alone with yourself in the midst of another person,
in the grasp of the world?
They can be sucking your tongue.
Please, I’m a cultural enterprise.
Don’t bite me here.
You just stand there stark still
in disassociation’s quiverings.
Infinity bites the finite.
You can’t get over that guy.
That’s the one that has you in hand,
the maker,
the dream maker,
the unimaginable everything that’s about you now.
Can he grasp you?
Can he pull your pants down?
You’re robbed of sense.
This is a stark moment.
I bound there.
I know it’s comin’:
I never leave there again.
And I’ve caught you in half circles of it.
I cannot grasp to you its whole.
I’m not there sometimes.
I never get to that fullness
in my momentary lapse
into the lapse of infinity.
My momentary circles
just buy me lunch,
and I breathe awhile
everything is wonderful and strange.
I get so excited
I opera to myself,
and I get scared sometimes
it gets so deep.
I’ve given you half failings
of what it means to be human.
We are so much bigger than stars.
We are that guy you see,
making his alone-rounds
where everything collides together.
Oh my God he’s a bulletin bull,
and I’ve reduced to you its mystery.
If infinities were universes,
all-encompassing infinity could not encompass him.
I’m just saltin’ the ocean
and countin’ crows.
This is bigger than time,
in any duration of its meaning.
We get bigger than universes,
and we get bigger than infinity.
We can crow there.
I’m taking you back through time
to hello please,
let’s take a bite of infinity.
You there,
in your suit,
remove yourself from time,
get back in yourself
to vision’s eyes.
Let down the world some
and revel in its majesty.
Get your gun out and shoot
at the presumption of the stars,
at God’s mighty glory,
at something that’s just so strange
God comes out of it.
Amazing
is just a teller in a window.
We’ve broken in on time.
Copy this down
the story of the universe.
It came from such musings
in infinity’s time.
Now it’s your story keep.
Will you handle it?
The Robinson Crusoe on Mars,
I’m a pallbearer.
Can you hear infinity?
Let your ego down some,
your ego’s guts,
the ego’s lair.
Divine intervention [this line from my little boy Nithish, from his muse, and came to him at this point in the writing of this poem, while having pizza in town at Taka Pizza]
beyond deity.
We’re lookin’ through
I don’t know if I can see that high.
The relationship starts
when you’re alone in your room,
your environing personal consciousness,
and you can field notes.
You can get in there.
Start noticin’ your room.
I’m not sayin’ wall yourself off from society.
There are times to be alone
in the midst of it.
Cut yourself off from society,
can you even do that?
It’s not possible.
We are your own personal consciousness
in the field of the One.
I vaguely remember
the strength we’re all together.
Here, this is a lily pond,
and you’ve lily’d unto yourself.
Draw back in your room.
Investigate reality.
The time will come
you will open doors
of seeing.
Let it happen.
Don’t count it away.
It will all come upon you when it’s there
tangible real.
You will billow in your room,
become a flower-pen.
You won’t let you down.
You’re on your way to seeing.
Just let the thoughts roll back
and thin towards silence,
and meet the world with that
in your vision’s eye,
in your mind’s eye,
and draw back the curtains
so you can see eternity at work.
These are not beliefs.
Just see.
Eventually
you’ll arrive on sight
into veilless infinity.
You will feel this in your room
stark naked.
Now you’re in glory hole.
Keep movin’.
You come to a fullness of yourself
riding waves.
Now tell me the world has no meaning.
You saw it, didn’t yah,
the meaning alone.
Did it wink at yah,
give you a nod?
Wow, that’s personal.
That’s really personal.
Well I’m writing my poems
the boost we need to get there.
You’ll walk around.
You needed something.
It’s the American revolution.
I think they stole it,
all this hatred online.
Has blocked poetry has blocked mine.
Show it to you investment in reality,
like you’ve never seen it seen.
This actor
shoots directly to you
I got the movie
in parables of see.
Wear it on your face
your intense hatred.
I’ve left it so beautiful,
reality’s face.
Where are you at that you can’t see it?
Swallow your nose.
Lay down your religion.
For once here we are at score.
It’s in your eyes today.
Willy Wonka,
will you offer some chocolate?
That’s administrators if you like it.
That’s the burn name.
I’m behind you
reality meets the press,
one second,
your thinking.
Captured,
Oppenhagger,
constructing love.
Under what conditions?
Bomb material
poems I publish.
You can hear me on the bus.
You pretend to ignore me.
Costing so much chocolate.
Yours was letter-formed into poems.
Think about it this is a different kind of funeral.
We lost you the character of new bullet
today.
A demon’s eye [Nithish’s muse, heard while behind me on the bike, seeing a bird with red eyes]
will distort to you the truth.
Don’t let it.
It’s got rings on it,
and it hurts you:
you are some kingpin you are not.
Stay away from demons.
You can get off here.
Did you just hear it speak?
A bit of muse
will show you the way.
I wouldn’t get hung up on it.
I would bring you to the truth,
and that’s bigger than reality,
and it’s not a game we play
to convince each other.
There is a vision there inside you
that can interpret reality.
We get along without it
most of the time.
That does not get you
to pure reality
or anywhere near the truth.
You just hang there.
Can we get beyond name and form?
We embrace each other there.
This is really personal.
We embrace each other there
and get out of ourselves.
Practical hands see the no-self show.
See that no-self show,
it’s that guy you see
stark naked.
I mean the cameras are in the room,
but there’s no cameraman,
just his see.
Awesome we wait time
the right formula
to meet the world,
and do everything we need to do
to stay alive
and operate reality
to a bigger game than time,
and become Ourselves again.
They’ve got a furigation.
They just don’t let the water go.
It’s the pilot Supermind we are beyond time.
No issues,
the body’s there too.
And now let’s hump reality
to the right place on earth,
where you are no ego,
riding waves of reality
to the see of that guy.
You there,
have I brought you home?
I can’t picture this.
Just look in your drawer.
You wouldn’t go through every picture.
Where do I see this?
Don’t laugh it’s in your room
larger than cat.
You’re gonna piddle me apart of course.
I’ve got a strength of muse.
You can’t get rid of me that easy.
You’re gettin’ enlightenment on a piece of paper.
Have you ever saw it before?
Do you need to see it?
It’s your lifeline.
It’s the reason you were created,
to become That you see.
There’s no way around it.
You can’t avoid it.
Your death journey has this in store,
but it’s here we graduate.
It’s here we do it.
It’s here we get it done.
There is no other place on earth
to take what you can get out of life
as your homecoming.
You only see animal quiverings,
do not know we get bigger than that.
Your spiritual empty,
but you can go the distance,
man you can go.
That’s what we Earth for,
to bring the planet here:
beyond the animal
into God-quiverings.
I don’t have it.
And I’m gonna pick him up,
lay the bridge down for him
in some parable of tomorrow.
Fasten your seatbelts.
Need to practice it,
the acceleration of life.
Need to get going.
Tra la la! [line heard yelled in the voice of Captain Underpants from the movie of the same name]
Oh hallelujah.
Peel back silence in your mind.
Lift it there.
Extraordinary,
you have depth of vision.
Harm's End 