God’s Place of All Creation

When you behold yourself,
you have seen all that you need to see,
and you no longer exist within yourself as an X
that compels you towards a Y in the eyes of others.

And when you stand before yourself,
there is no one left within you —
only God’s place of all creation.

God’s place is a single negative
drawn from countless positives;
it is affirmed by two —
emerging from plus-minus equals zero —
into a singular darkness of nothingness
that conditions everything —
like the darkness surrounding lit lamps.

Personal Time Has Come

Personal time has come.

Everyone is their own final consciousness,
or a living bait as the final fifth
in their own circle of fifths of the external world,
which is meant to tear you personally away from yourself,
born as the interior of the Lord’s silence.

But as silence,
you would become a personal overtone of the Lord –
singing grasses ringing to one another,
lights of eternal life
above the impersonal darkness of conscious eyes.

To sprout and bloom in the Lord

This world –
which exists before it is,
in the cross of rear-view mirrors,
where time flows through space
and space ripens in time –
awaits the seeds of its flowers:
the negative of a certain positive
that could cover the cross of all other seeds,
trapped in the bags of their own negative,
so that it might sprout and bloom in the Lord,
and not wither like the cut flowers of the Sistine Chapel,
without seeds.