apart from chance you're silence too enveloped Comments

apart from chance you're silence too enveloped
in the soul's work, a dark circle of sulphur that's
left after removal of reeking decay, a
manifestation not reducible to the here
and now, or isolable from the all-embracing force
for which finally you really abandon reproduction,
especially since your nurturing yourself in it is
maintained and secretly you know that without
the fanning out in which in all your actions and words
you're involved only the blame in the ego framework and
the satisfying of the personal is left

so you cultivate the willingness that germinates in the
furrows of your thought gland and let your hand wander
through the undercurrent of your selfhood and place
yourself in the awareness that in each word your
fellow-humans are called upon and the similar weight
of your existence is placed upon the scales

and so you no longer tarry and let the coming one rise up
in your being, for it's she who risks the thither
on you

try to form a notion of this and clean your brain content
in such a way that that Trojan mare in it can
gallop upon it so that you besieged, overwhelmed,
pollinated, or else:

flαsh

fιre

frιe


From the series ‘The One Who Risks the Thither on You'
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