Synthesis
Oh! To bring things altogether
to meld and merge discrepancies
to balance and alchemize -
at-Buddhic-one with all. This,
my desire and dream of nirvina!
Thus spake a longing little Libran
perennially at sea in stuffs of Earth,
top-heady, anchorless.
A bouncing bubble of whimsical Air,
adrift in the pastel ethers,
O! To be a tree, with long long roots!
In youth, I used to think a daffodil
would do - happily headless,
neck, a fine vase.
What on earth are those alien feet,
dangling at the end?
So the Libran airhead archetype
wrestles with its provocative self
concocting diatribes,
set against Opposites,
arguing and conceding points
quaffing nectars it doesn’t see,
obsessed like a terrier with its bone,
appalled by duality.
Teetering, tottering inebriate,
God-besotted;
lost touch with the wobbly Hara
it’s Muse in freefall
with blizzards of inchoate sounds, swirling vowels, symbols and glyphs
in gabby but illiterate epiphanies.
These are a particularly slippy sort:
arch colluders, havers' of cake,
organized, multi-tasking layabouts
conscience a tight-rope of silk;
wings - that unemployed backspace
the ineluctable, outrageous answer.
Phoenix - minas a fire.
The micro-cosmic point being a vast surround of cycles,
infinite edges dancing around a creative pit -
womb, source, engine
for ultimate consummation.
Jan ‘23