Purusha Poem by Daniel Reurink

Sun, moon, water and air
Light, shades, and darkness's despair,
Black orbs surround me and stare,
Into the collective of impure mirrors.

Alchemical mercury, thought silver lining,
Ancestors gold; sources combining,
Realizing, comprising, and demising,
Into a dust star reality aligning.

Nebula's of frost, apathy's dust,
Relative to the formula of trust,
Nothing is such; tis alive in the rust,
As malleable forces compound lust.

Quasar of tis haven source found,
Myriad of truth; tis a core profound,
Above and below; search the sound,
As the doppler sings and silently resounds.

Stars, earth, space and time,
From the beginning; tis always a crime,
Lightning flashes and sparks sublime,
Creatures create the fold's outline.

Disorder upon the fold set in rate,
Time leaves no man at the gate,
Lunar keys; solstices relate dates,
Of common ground, there are no mistakes.

Choiceless choice, we are here are we not?
From the common place; we evolve from naught,
Nothing sparks the seed inside the plot,
And vanishes alive, sprouting inside the flock.

Sheep, shepherds, dogs and wolves,
Romulus and Remus like Roman revoke,
Persephone only in death of night chokes,
Upon the death of Hades sudden stroke.

Subjective reality, dream of yourself,
Stories to relate to the commonwealth,
Yet this is only another story of Self;
The lives and breathes from divinites health.

Third eye looks into the glass,
Break the countdown, sands shifting mask,
Particles of dust aligning spacetimes track,
Of transmigration, it's a reincarnating fact.

Dream of the face, the original shimmering,
White forms spark the glimmering,
In the essence of never speaking but listening,
Back through and out; never stop glistening.

Dioynsus waves through form as a sacrifice,
Of the Purusha who gave his own life,
Food for titans, let below the trife,
Upon suffering, this is just a mind-thinking strife.

Dukkha as chitta, suffering in the mind;
Golden ore of stars combine,
Outline the refiners ore of sunshine,
Each day light always so doth entwine.

A black hole, the death of Thanatos combined,
Into fission particles that collect and align,
A new information genesis, nothing shines,
Along the event horizon of death rather than alive.

Zeus shocks states from grace from masks,
Upon the original, find your face is the task,
Alive from below, above in the dead tracks,
Keep moving, your life is a purpose of facts.

If life is a dream, why wake up in the morning?
If the eyes are open, do you not see the Sun's warming?
The central fire depicts the Universe's blurring,
Into the dust of a million particles storming.

Yet times in space with storms after calm,
Blue sky and domes keep us alarm'd,
As we live in a time where cold is warm,
And no one wants to step out of the norm.

Pieces of sand, puzzles assembling a picture,
Of whose paintbrush paints the best condition,
Sulphur and Salt, Lead and Silver editions,
Of a subjective Alchemical system!

Words form from the light of beginnings,
As each word opens a new window scene,
We can see the frame of where are sinning,
Be at peace, do as thou wilt, for in this game;
Only death is winning.