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,
Travelling,
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.