HOMAGE TO LILITH

March 2, 2007 at 3:05pm (Poetry)

 

Kali. Durga. Hecate. Lilith.

Names. Just names. But she,

She is the Gate of God,

and through her

one enters into God. 

Through the Mother

to the Father

to the Crown;

 

and from there? Where? Nitchevo.

                The lair of the serpent,

The cave of the bear,

the cloud of unknowing,

the empty box

filled with unknowing,

waiting for Pandora’s hand.

 

There! Look! Do you see it?

Nitchevo. Nitchevo. Nitchevo.

The nothing that is everything:

the silent tree falling in the forest,

the one hand clapping in the air.

 

                        Behind the thought;

behind the observer of the thought;

behind the observer observing

the observer observing the thought,

what is there?

                   A vast plentitude of the things of the  air. 

 

And I have seen them all (or less)

through the blind eye, the white eye

I have seen the other eye,

the eye not there,

the eye that sees what is not there,

the eye that looks at me, who is not here,

neither seeing nor seen by the things of the air.

Beware. Beware, those things of the air

that are not there, that are not there;

but like the bat, fly in your hair;

and like the bat, fly in your hair.

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