SPEECHLESS
Ineffable prophecies evaporated upon the lips of a mute prophetess
hide, visibly condensed, gazing thru frozen eyes
He's blinded under the realization of sight
His eyes are melting slowly
cascading upward down Her veiled face
leaving stains of ancient scripts and sacred revelations
scarred upon her honey toned evanescent skin
Diaphanously He/She walks without feet
across deserted populated lands
meticulously collecting His own footprints off the surface of sands
that have yet to exist
However, She places each one securely inside Her forlorn bag of no-possessions
Now a mythical fire burns rampant
and a phoenix rises out of its own ashes, with skilled precision
sinking its talons into my tongue
while laying gestating eggs inside my speeches
Convulsions of spiritual oral sex lead me crawling
into the madhouse of my thoughts
where I "five-finger" discount the limitations of my hesitations
and cast them lifelessly amongst swine
...because they're useless
and only nothing makes sense anymore
With inner conviction I sacrilegiously sacrifice my senses of past and future tenses
I meditate inside frozen cubes of pulsating light
drink water from comets
slowly breathe in
hold
and transcend into the breathless state
Where I behold you crying with stolen eyes
kind of like my own
I'm playing chess with Buddha
every move made is a checkmate
Synergistically we bow
in homage to the Divine Self in self
while simultaneously melting into the mosaic of the board
I've ascended to where Saint Germain swallows me in pieces
and regurgitates me out of the 7th seal
The Divine Mother Breast-feeds me into non-existence
where I witness Rumi dressed in poetry
Now I'm sitting at the feet of Jesus "The Christ" while He twists my locks
one at a time
greasing, oiling, and perfuming my scalp with the etheric memories of "The Passion"
He turns into a bottle of consecrated wine
I say "I don't drink anymore"
but Prophet Muhammad laughs and says "Drink! I'm nonalcoholic" I took a sip and fell off the wagon
I'm intoxicated
Now I'm swan diving into the center of the sun just to cool off
drying my nakedness with stars
and hitchhiking on the backs of planets from afar
I carry psychological credit cards with 360° credit lines
that fail to fully satiate me
I'm free
levitating inside the wonder of a newborn infant child
speaking sign languages with lions and teaching badgers how to find peace
I make the "Earth" shake with one fingerprint on spiritual G-spots
causing "Earth" quakes of perpetual orgasms
extirpating and refining false seeds of deceptive empires
sowed inside her womb
I speak silently in many tongues yet the message is one
I watch you stand in awe, amazed,
inside museums of my priceless exhalations
prostrated
you're initiated thru the picture perfect paintings I've created
out of the embryonic pulse of Allah
Secretly in a glance you steal one or two and find them
inscribed with the faded blood stains of forgotten sages
Tracing the invisible braille with your missing fingers
you read... "Is it not written in your law I said ye are all G(g)ods!"
In a rhapsody you melt inside my throat
and ask me to show and prove how the word was made flesh
...According to your faith, be it unto you
I drown the ignorance of religious scholars who seek to misrepresent
my holy books, filed safely in the Akashic records
I watch them choke
resurrect them with truth
and leave them them cremated inside bottles of seraphic ink
where they're cast into the depths of the ocean
so that even abysmal thinkers of no-thought in deep-thought
are able to imbibe the holy stains of scriptural passages
(no longer held ransom)
as they sleep underwater with mermaids and mermen
and drink green tea with blow fishes
I dissolve
into a chalice of humility and compassionately drink myself
Awakening the gift to innerstand the true poetry of gods mystery enigmatically alive in the midst of children playing, women praying
and men with designer ideologies with brand names like "Disappearing Acts"
Now figure that
Confusion himself is confused and so she overdoses
on empyrean sleeping pills and awakens to merge with the one, dying
to attain everlasting life
So be it!
I offer a gesture of genuflection and give flight
to birds of prey from my mouth
gesticulating frantically
incubating spasmadically
inside a vagabond vernacular
I see wisdom sounds foolish upon the public square
Coincidentally
I'm scheduled for execution
I'm beseeching the crowd to bless me first in line because life has no partnership with death
Severed,
my head floats to the ground Abstractly my locks transform
into the serpent Kundalini
energetically slithering up limp spines of those mentally counterfeited
causing a reincarnated erection of remembering
Vast vistas of heaven
panoramically interwoven upon bricks
hieroglyphically decorate prison monasteries like
the celestial temples of Shaolin
These cages contain messengers in the full lotus position
levitating over puddles of holy water inside every cell
Patiently, they await the metamorphosis of cell division
The potential of overwhelmingly replicate screams out
upon hallowed tiers imbued with silhouettes
miming the C-section of raw delivery
Calendars fall to the ground
But I wipe my ass with those
because Alpha and Omega are my devout disciples
A God-Goddess vibrates in the sacred Om
captured and set free in a hermaphroditic rapture
She kisses the new phoenix
Born of the fiery Yin-Yang
The mirrors reflected in his enlightened eyes
reflects you staring at yourself
Unmovingly running scared through palatable Edens
in an attempt to clothe your nakedness
You hear the deaf sounds of "The Magic Presence" walking through the garden
as the "Tao" transmits Shaktipat before asking you
"Who told you you were naked?"
Manifested by: Unknown Silence (Yeslin Escobar) 8-29-04
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