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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: July 19, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “to veil light we cloaked it in bliss then intellect and lower mind fused together as magnetism in form where truth we seek to find” *************** A lapidary epithet is thrown— I shed the garment of the mirrors' gaze. The adamantine echo mocking is known, Where katabatic abyss may swallow maze. A citrine pulse beats raw beneath the gown; Phantosmia of forgotten rain is known— On earth unopened, where the shadows drown, By recognition, older than remembrance. Where whimsey ceased its endless, dark harangue, A single orchid lifts its silent throat— Its sacrosanct sepals need no praise or clang, As wisdom arrives, unargued and remote. The hungry lower mind lays down its rod, The higher mind drops waiting to be known. Two rivers merge beneath a mighty God, The hoary ouroboros yields its throne. No longer self-devoured, a widening ring, I drank transparency, not ecstasy— Relieved at last from stained glass of the king, The unhindered light breaks out—completely free. It entered unoriginate, uncrowned, Unannotated, asking to be seen. No longer symbols, blossoms burst the ground— The world’s own scripture, raw and epicene. No grasping hand can hold the truth in place; The fist that clutches only wears a glove. The hand that opens finds a vacant space, To hold the always-inviolate with love.
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