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The following is a Cut Up poem, a form of "word collage". I know many of you might understand what this might be, but I thought I'd give a brief introduction to those who don't. A "Cut Up" is a random selection of quotes spliced together to form a coherent poem or story. It was a favorite of Brion Gysin (close friend of Allen Ginsburg and William Burroughs). I clean mine up a bit, adding neccessary elements to have them fit a particular format. They tend to fit a pretty interesting pattern, and often have a synchronous coherancy. Let me know what you think. This particular one will be published by Octavia Publishing this month.
I invoke you, the vision and ecstasy of universal intelligence;
you, who are acquainted with the secret of the harmony of Life;
you, whose intimacy is a rose of divine truth!
You, whose lips glow with the touch of divine prayer!
O Prince of the Chariots of the Winds.
I invoke you, Citadel of universal and true Faith;
you, who exists as a voice of rushing fire;
you, who speaks with a thousand whirling winds;
for whom wisdom is a universe unto itself,
O Lord of Winds and Breezes.
I invoke you, who is a dark and stormy sea of understanding;
you, for whom an impression is a complete world;
the light of your thought makes clear whatever is obscure,
and on your lips is the key to all sacred mysteries,
O Queen of the Throne of Air.
I invoke you, whose wisdom is beyond my understanding,
you, who brightens the glass of perception;
I am humbled by your look, which turns dust into flames,
for you kindle knowledge with the spark of Divine Love,
O Princess of the Rushing Winds.
I invoke you, the soul in the body of the universe;
you, who breathes music into the Light of Life;
Life envies Death when death is for your sake!
I have nourished your flame in my heart,
O Prince of the Chariot of Fire.
I invoke you, the flame of Gnosis;
you, who burns to ashes the Shroud of Ignorance;
you, who demands its sacrifice in the name of Wisdom.
We are dispersed like stars in the world,
O Lord of Flame and Lightning.
I invoke you, whose blaze enthrones the sun in the sky,
and lightning encircles you with adoration for ever;
give us the sleepless eye and the passionate heart;
be the mirror of mine all-burning love,
O Queen of the Thrones of Fire.
I invoke you, idol image fired into my mind.
I seek the secrets within my Soul.
I seek the mysteries of my nature.
Once more dwell in our breasts,
O Princess of the Shining Flame.
I invoke you, protector of the Light of the universe;
you, who has filled our glass with the sweet wine of knowledge.
The Sun and Moon are bright with your radiance.
You have washed from me self conceit and arrogance,
O Prince of the Chariot of the Waves.
I invoke you, oh prison guard of my own mind;
you, who have broken loose the wheel of time;
you, who acknowledges neither beginning nor end,
whose thought is eternal, whose gift is infinitude,
O Lord of Waves and the Waters
I invoke you, the conscience hidden in God's heart;
you, in whose essence divinity is mirrored.
In your womb is built a new world of true Be-ing!
You have graced our minds with the gnosis of truth,
O Queen of the Thrones of the Water.
I invoke you, the bright radiance of Godís eye;
you, who knows that the Sun does not last forever,
for who joy and sorrow are nothing;
you, who showers with Light the gardens of Life,
O Princess of the Waters.
I invoke you, the Heart of Honor and the Glory of Love;
you, who causes the beams of true spiritual Light to shine;
you, whose spread lips broke the silence with ecstatic utterance;
the great Be-ing who holds influence over sun, moon, and stars,
O Prince of the Chariot of Earth.
I invoke you, the Fearless Thought which passes beyond Heaven;
you, who reconciles Lifelessness with Immortality;
you, who fan the Flames of Life with the breath of Gnosis;
your perfect understanding and illumination is the Heart of the Mind,
O Lord of the Wild and Fertile Land.
I invoke you, who is the Holy Water of Life;
you, who are the Womb of the Earth, regarding yourself as both the clay and the water;
you, the granite which floats and the moisture which sinks.
Where, in those places where the Sun cannot reach, Darkness is known by another name,
O Queen of the Thrones of Earth.
I invoke you, O Gate of Truth and Darkness Illuminated;
you, who is the Ashes of Existence and Life in Death,
for whom the stars keep lit and for whom the Sun rises;
the Black Stone becomes a mind of Clearest Diamond,
O Princess of Echoing Hills.
"Perfection of self is the highest philosophy, one which most will never aspire to, nor admit to if they had." -Anon.