Prayer Hands Multiplied – Visualization #20

February 26, 2010

Prayer hands multiplied across the
horizon of the eyes and the holiest of
prayers writing themselves backwards
in the candlelight of transparent chests.

Gold leafing taking place in the dark,
while white bones open up to the scent
of God’s breath like mimosa leaves in
Dawn.

The temple doors, ethereal and able to
be swung open in front of brown,
latched bars,

Thalo blue water
hanging in the atmosphere,
raining falling up,

Silver pine cones
and solid gold squirrels
unmasking them to get to the kernels.

A man made of sticks & stones is plowing
a field steeped in the rubble of steeples,
only the skyline portions of those buildings
who vibrated with the most silence when
filled to capacity.

Walking behind him
is a troop of children
made of colored silk threads,
they are sprinkling god-spores
into the soil-soul.

The soil is Those Who Will Come to Read
the human heart,
Anubis squared to infinity
and these jackals’ sumptuous ribbons
are being worn,
those ‘I Am’s that I am’s’-love-strands
flailing in the wind
while having been braided in the
children’s long, silver,
complementing hair…

Radiance beyond blinding, prior to eyes,
Radiance beyond blinding, prior to express,
Radiance beyond blinding, prior to light.

Reaching inside his chest the sticks & stones
man pulls out a handful of double-geodes
and begins chewing them, blowing bubbles
that will float-solidify into spheres that only
God can fill.

Bright yellow carpets, thousands,
fashioned as houses for invisible brides
and grooms,
set down upon a meadow where all is
colored in a deep ruby red with a living,
effervescent activity of platinum glitter
just millimeters below semi-transparent
surfaces.

All these carpets are embroidered with a
deep indigo hand-print spread wide,
as if to say,
‘The hand only ever holds itself,’
and accompanied with a blinking,
living,
one-dimensional baby’s eye
shedding tears of joy.

Rolling smoke clearing,
bright birthright moon spilling resplendent
milk-air, milk-fire,
milk-earth and milk-ether;
milk-leather is invented and holds
more milk,
while buffalo made of Indian headdresses
wonder orange and green plains,
grazing on sprouting golden teeth,
lapping up lover’s foot prints and
basking in the lightning shed by
holdless clouds who have recorded
their lovemaking laughter,
their smiles of million-broad-satiation
and celebration of where
the mind lets go
and the heart wears the human
and the soul stops guessing who to be
and surrenders to the sounds of
Unknown Just Around the Corner.

Pink feet, cotton white legs,
gold pelvis, green torso,
black star speckled arms,
florescent purple octopuses for hands,
orange neck and clear quartz head…
For hair, all the brain network systems
of every living thing all galaxies have
and will ever have,
twin black hole nostrils,
twin black hole ears,
twin black hole beginning and ending
of the intestinal tract,
twin god babies curled up as eyes
swimming in birth-to-come tremors,
paradisaical waterfall saliva…
The central nervous system is
the mother and father-threader
of all rooted-galaxy-species…
Starfish eggs fill the being,
are its blood,
while what God swallows off its tongue
is its other body fluids…
There is no heart beat,
since sound and movement
is no longer needed for ‘proof of life,’
the heart has ascended and is now
the spaciousness-skin surrounding
this compositions’ permissions to
become the twilights who start heart’s
thumping with drum-beat reverences.

God’s breath
can be seen
in between a cat’s twitching whiskers.