Wisdom Fire Burns Poem by Kazayan Raawban

To have Wisdom
is to contain
Violence and Peace
in one hand...
blend and merge
so complete
they no longer
stand
as individual strands
but instead
splice
together
like the double helix
said to be the
foundation of life...
Bearing 12 imprints
of the mother
and father
twice,
crooked path,
We begin to walk
on thin
ice...

Submerged...
eternally on the verge
of virtue and
vice,
shown the Righteousness
of Left
and the wrong of
too much
Right...
get your lessons,
balancing sessions,
dark sunlight,
fallen from the fallacy
of Shallowness and
Height...

I'm awakened
to my way straightened
and flattened for
flight,
mach speed,
flash Light
from the device...
Seldom Seen,
unpredictable
delights,
Seven-fold constitution,
kept his Protons tight...
It's never mechanical
or magical maintained,
It's mystical,
mind-packed,
transmitted throughout
the body-frame...
Penetrated the breach
of bitter and sweet,
retained and released,
poetically orgasmic
from the mouth-piece
He speaks...

God-linked
intensely,
to the first Source
and Center,
when the Veils part
eternally we enter
our surrender...
'Forgive us'
is the cry the space-born
heard from Earth,
and she wept,
as Madness
crossed the surface
like a curse...
Aforetime
warned...
To keep the
upper hand in this
artform...
leave the paper torn,
torturously,
smiled in the neck
of their Form,
of course
it was We...
Seven times complete,
while the words fall,
ineffective,
black stones at your
feet...

Demonstrate...
how the flames,
once escaped,
separate
the Pure from Fake...
An expression of light...
one possible personality
searched,
a faceted complexity
unrehearsed...
Duality,
tossed and scattered
throughout the universe...
Seven bestowals,
mind global,
power moguls,
elegant Prince,
greater than
the sum of the parts...
Total...
And the mission
requires
that He is on Fire
for all conditions
Burn...
Gleam...
Glisten...
Wisdom learned,
packing
the Power in position...