The Vi Vona of Being.
 
The famous hindu mystic’s
point meditation.
 
Funucular, not enclosing,
suggesting center, same as
any other sacred architecture.
Offering as much as you want to see.
 
Why wouldn’t bio be
in every twitch and stitch?
This eye didn’t learn this on its own.
What might you come to see
where seams lap? Color texture line.
 
Point meditation, eye kind.
Gaze at something, fix your eye.
Stare. Pick a piece, spot something,
narrow focus .See the dot in the center,
in its fields, vertical and horizontal.
Don’t look. Go on and see though.
*
Hue, Saturation, Light.
Through the mouth of time
into what dimension?
Hyper warp?
Hyper woof?
The going on inside goes on
The entering
 
Through the mouth of time
Jaws
Cleats
The trap.
The eye
Through which
We standing move
 
Even into
The spectrum
Optics eye human
Eye bigger
Than human.
*
What? would our senses cluster so
Should these blades be music?
These swatches swathes?
The weave the way the story flows
as it seeks its way. Duck
if the doorway is too low, the window
too high. You can see through
if you pay attention. But pay
it is.
 
*
These centers.
Watch the fire fall in.
A dark call in long silence.
 
 
by Murphy

 

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