Divine hypnosis!

If only a word, as archaic, could suffice

To think currents so contemporary

Washings over so heinous

Memories so tongue tied


Divinity is in-tensity,

But it is also flow, oscillation,


Sacred liminality


The knife bleeds sharply

Because “life is suffering”

And it is always a coming

Without be-coming, not knowing

Where, or wherefrom


The divine is the aurora of the morning

The dawning of time-space

Which speaks to you

From withdrawal


It is the closure of midnight

The change of seasons

Which will only last so long

Before the sun bursts.