Ancient of Days

I am grateful and blessed
and blissed beyond Measure
to have come thru the Matrix 
of This Particular portal...
This Womans Womb,
the Waveform of Being
entangled in Tidal Seeing
rooted here in this Loom
on the warp and weft
of the pain and pleasure
and the games and tricks
as I play at Being mortal
in Times intrepid Tomb.

It is not the first Dance
but an endless Symphony
of enfolded genes
and hologenetic memory
It is not a game of chance
but an intentional theophany
of unfolding schemes
and peripatetic biocartography

I was given the invective Kun!
Be!
And compressed mySelf
into a tiny LightSeed
planted within
a body that bleeds
spirit enraptured
and captured by the decree
to waver between
Doer and deed
as the Verb of Me descended
Down
into Noun of Me embodied
in Sound
Heartbeat pulsing within 
Skin of Mothers Drum
Echoes of rhythm and melody
Willing Birth
and spilling memory
and MomentsOfMe
into the fabric of spaceTime
instantly

I crawled thru the walls of her
Wonder
following the Electro
Magnetic
storm of Lightening
and Thunder
that cleaves Egg
and rends Asunder the Begging
beginning Form
of fertilized Feeling
that clings to Mothers
Walls
Safe inside the Measured Space
of MaMa Mater Matter Maat
Matrice of Mind as Thoth
Impregnates
and BioLuminescent Grace
awaits in Stasis
the Amazing exit from the Gates
of this Nexus
that Enters
Existence
An.Noun.C.I.ng
Me.

4-22-2021