wild onion fractal

Borkhum

Hold my hands my wooden staff   vertical in front of me

Control the z-space as center four   the dark side of chess

Move back and forth horizontal axis

Sight the finger tips in line with central staring eyes

long we trampled the mountains high

like burdened whales and hugged squirrels

walked the paths through the lean streets

Cowboy Junction

where ascendant monks find each owned life

inside the enveloping trees

their manner of death remaining as a secret

denizens love them

as much

as much

as much as eyesight

 

Their hilltops sacred filled with past struggles

To grasp symbols of power strewn throughout

Mangled roots inside memory twists of the gravity

that pulls the weakened ones down

Borkhum was burned itself

its name with fire onto spine

smoothed by the millennia

moments of great torque and pressure

applied with wondrous intent

 

i am without beauty

queries the trapped oaken soul

without the impediments of reason

my own energy is the existence of sensation

The stark flowers of the dark shade

 

i am without will when without

Light of million sunsets amber and diffuse

crystalline

Centers of insight

centers of the power

within the third

blinded eye