I think of you, Sarasvati, and imagine
steps to the temple where you
sit, and now I know a ray of sunlight
can also be flesh and blood
if here on my own steps thinking
of you, I feel eternity's face on mine and
your hand holding my pen
Opening, I yield to what
you knew was waiting to be
brought forth into living, breathing
form, yet I am barred from
knowing any god that knows that, or
can a god not be known?
I think not, except for that
spark in us that is a mere
cup of the ocean we call God, that is
beyond thinking, both all and nothing,
neither is or is not, outside
of time and space, wholly
transcendent
You must laugh at my
writhing around
to tap into that elusive divine
energy and grace but Lord knows it
will be be my quest til they throw
me on the pyre and you and all
the thunderbolts fate has tossed me
cannot stem what is loosed
I have assumed a body both
male and female; I have become Love
and Hate, Thanatos and Eros, I am You
the Past and You the Future, good
and evil, right and wrong, and
whichever body I assume today, through
that body I am served, World
without end.
In this short time, my muse,
have you told me
anything I was not ready to hear?
On surface, yes. But I threw myself
on your mercy and the appetite
for creating has returned, full
measure, affirmed, and I stand again
at the portal of
~everything~
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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