(mandala created by joseph polansky)

Owed To The Mysteries

PRELUDE

I want to write, I sad.

A voice called out to me,
In silver silence:

"You have a right to write."

I said, I want to write the light of true beauty .

And the answer was an open door...

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What's the good it,

Evil hearted leaders

Broken school principals

Shot husbands

Annurized mothers

Children forced into unspeakability

Sylvia Plath's blindness beyond Helen Keller's?

Ask Job, who reached the limits of the human mind

Head on into the boundary of God.

Listen to Socrates, in the Phaedo,

To go from day's Darkness into night's Light:

The good barely squeezes through the cracks

Of the mind that's cracking up...

And perhaps not at all!

Plunging in Darkness

You're in the fall of illusion.

The TRUTH Dawns upon the MIND

That waits for you to lose your mind, by seeking IT.

The GOOD unfolds in the Limitless Light

Of Ideal Beauty and Justice

Underneath -

In the "Underworld",

Below the surface mind seduced by the 5 senses into dreamland,

Into REALITY, the SUPREME