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The Swoon Hypothesis - Part 1

“The Swoon Hypothesis”  - Part 1

“Come, take my hand”, you say, “I will show you a story”.
So, I place my hand in yours, we walk barefoot cool, in scorching sand.
Strange I think, no footprints, no burns, no shadows, as I hold your hand.
The desert winds whisper your words to me, your eyes clear and blue as the cloudless sky.

So, I place my hand in yours, we walk barefoot cool, in scorching sand.
The silence in your eyes speak secrets, a chapter hidden away, not for all to know.
The desert winds whisper your words to me, your eyes blue and clear as the cloudless sky.
Not one word from your lips, but I listen to you, as we wander through the Silent Years.

The silence in your eyes speak secrets, a chapter hidden away, not for all to know.
As a boy you learnt your family trade, then you dwelt in Roman Judean caves learning in the Library of the Essenes rebellious, brave.
Not one word from your lips, but I listen to you, as we wander through the Silent Years.
Twelve your favored number, the missing final scroll you hand to me, “Take note of the story I deliver, you will soon see”.

As a boy you learnt your family trade, then you dwelt in Roman Judean caves learning in the Library of the Essenes rebellious, brave.
A strong and loyal ally you made in your friend, the rich Merchant from Arimathea.
Twelve your favored number, the missing final scroll you hand to me, “Take note of the story I deliver, you will soon see”.
You take my hand, we walk out of the desert down to the Sea, we are on a Ship, you softly sing to my mind, Blake’s “Jerusalem” as we journey far out to another land beyond our ocean, you laugh, “It’s an adventure, a great mystery”, you smile like an old friend, at me.

A strong and loyal ally you made in your friend, the rich Merchant from Arimathea.
He stands next to you and I on the deck, soon we alight onto dry land, the Scroll becomes parchment, ancient Pali you hold in your hands – there in it’s script, your name recorded in the Vedas’ Bhavishya Purana.
You take my hand, we are far from the sea, now we are in Ladakh, in the majestic Mountains of Kashmir much higher and closer to the One sometimes felt not yet met.
You are far from the One I know, smiling and chanting with holy monks, your loyal brothers in Tibet.

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 April)


"The Sacrificial Man should be closely tied to the sacrificial pillar." (Sathapathabrahmana 3.7.3.1)/Vedas

"The Sacrificial Man should return to life after the sacrifice." (Brhadaranykopanisad 3.9.28.4,5)/Vedas


1. Om
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Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 4/9/2018 1:31:00 PM Very spiritual poem, Leanne. It flows w/exotic divining grace. Beautiful poetry ... soul tapestry wrapped in antiquity mystery. Only your enchanting pen could take us there. Another fabulously creative write. Love and smiles. Login to Reply Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Date: 4/9/2018 6:04:00 PM I don't know....maybe I have been researching this story too much and it has gone to my head...I like the concept of meeting this man and having a discussion with Him...Perhaps, I have been, all along.

Arturo Michael Date: 4/8/2018 1:31:00 PM He certainly spread his vibes over many in distant lands...I enjoy the spirit in the poem...Happy Sunday...LJ Login to Reply Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Date: 4/8/2018 3:48:00 PM Interesting character. I continue to look into his story.

Ricky Muse Date: 4/8/2018 1:22:00 PM Such a lovely journey. I even followed your lead and read Blake's Jerusalem. Your writing is not only poetic but intellectually stimulating. Login to Reply Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Date: 4/8/2018 3:50:00 PM I don't know about Arimathea and the chalice though....At this point, anything is possible. I continue to look into that story. What a mystery....which takes me to Glastonbury? Ah, Jerusalem, Blake's another story entirely...