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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: October 1st, 2025 for contest by Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “a homogeneous mass of consciousness God as the all there is, mind cannot name being both immanent and transcendent living light intimate in heart aflame” ************ A boundless bundle of consciousness — Not a corpus or clod, it reveals gloriousness. A syph-like glimmer in the ethereal seam, As the unnameable divine revels in a dream. No nook, node, or ruthless throne, But a delicate, shy, genuinely lurid alone. And all—immanent in the languid leaf, Transcendent amid the turmoil of belief. He is the quiddity of every throe, the halcyon ululation of the soul’s echo, A seraphic groove for paradox and play, frolicked in the motley of night and day. Mind cannot name what he has become— a roguish rakish ravel of light, a gossamer jaunt across the squalor of flesh, a virile vapor, both burden and blithe. He is the calix and the caterwaul, the aureate balm and immersion fall. The palimpsest of epochs ratified. where ephemeral truths are petrified. He lurked in the labyrinthine offing, a mystic machination, amort and maundering. A seraphic slipshod in a cluster of stars, stocked for the sapidity of avatars. Still, flees from the facile frame, from the fatuous fruitlessness of fame. He is the panacea and the pyre, the effusive ember, the crestfallen choir. Aloft in the welkin, abstemious and omnipotent. an immanency virtuous light not irritant. Yet balmily brooding in the inglenook of the heart, He whispers, “I am the quixotic art.” Sojourn here, in this seraglio of soul, where the aureate echoes of Calliope roll. And the garrulous gossamer of grace, twinkles through every vestigial place. This is a quintessence, quiddity, gleam— God as the all, as the dream within a dream. a sumptuous oneness of light aflame, living, loving, and forever unnamed.
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