hierophant hour, volume one

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

the night’s tongue drips with other languages 
a blossoming in the night 
is a blossoming nonetheless 
it is one that does not deny the gaze 
yet it does not privilege it either 

sight breeds an innocent arrogance 
the night cools such hotness
and the moon laughs,
feasting on the joy of her intimacy 
with the mysterious and creative force 
of ever-unfolding time 
‘what might we create together
while we can?’ 
she ponders, both pensive and giddy,
both terrified and enthused—
she celebrates, she delights 
in all of time’s vastness, variousness, 
moodiness, tones, 
in all its many faces and folds

the moon dances around this collective fire
as though the earth were a star, as bright as the sun,
radiating and emanating billions of hearts—
open, broken, closed, and otherwise—she dances 
taking care to note 
what is wondrous and curious 
about each and every flame and ember
fate invites her to cross paths with 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

a sudden release from what was
a hesitant embrace of what is 
and an anxious dance between 
atheism and belief 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

we must be frank
the suffering is extreme 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

the earth feels like there has been so much famine 
and so little feast

why are you addicted to denying yourselves the feast?

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

on a darkened paper, smelling of rose, an ancient sentiment speaks: 

to be surrounded by love is the heart’s delight 
to be surrounded by love is paradise 
paradise is the abode of the blessed

we are each other’s shelter 
in this world of rain

rose bearers, love dwellers—the communal body calls on the attention of your hearts. paradise is ours to practice. 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

find a friend and turn this world 
upside down

our ancestors walk hand in hand 
with our will to live and let love

may our practice, our prayer, 
be as insistent as the pain—
it is our birthright to feel 
heaven beneath our feet

it is our birthright to feel heaven 
reverberate throughout our bodies 

it our birthright to relish its taste 

may we evolve
may our choices grow sweetness
may we emulate the harmony of time
may that sweetness cover the earth 

and repair repair repair

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

missing you today
flower petal confetti
beside your roses 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

and i wonder if i can
i wonder if i can survive this sick
and defeated world...
all so i can hear a friend laugh 
as we eat a warm meal 
the chill rain drumming
in celebration of winter's advance

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

lucky encounter 
salt laced breeze swept into nose 
today’s favorite smell 

still as a tree
wind washing away logic 
sudden temperance 

still as a tree
wind washing away logic 
sudden remembrance 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

there are forces that reject freedom 
with a passion 

and yet they are no more persistent than 

forces that embrace freedom
with a passion 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

flirting with life, time, inner worlds 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

the sun, the moon, the earth
mercury, venus, mars,
jupiter, saturn—everyone! 

they will not live forever
redirect your gaze, please
redirect it 

the sun, the moon, the earth
mercury, venus,mars,
jupiter, saturn—everyone!

they approach death too

wouldn’t you rather spend time
showering all of this with your affection
before we’re gone? 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

you need not suffer
i love you in your aching 
as much as your ease 

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

may all the sensitive hearts out there continue to unfurl, becoming a blazing bloom that does not choose to relate in a way that is desensitized and de-spiritualized. may we revere being. may we revere this experience. may we revere and respect the earth. may we have true gratitude for our luck to have each other for this limited time and may we act like it. may the gluttons perish and rot so that new growth may arise out of their decay. may they be forced to return to relativity. may they be humbled to the highest degree. may weapons manufacturers perish, rot, and be humbled to the highest degree. may cultures, attitudes, and systems of elitism, supremacy, and violent subjugation be alchemized into a benign state of existence. may the heat-wave of the blazing hearts, the wave throughout time and space, warm up the greater dynamic, reminding everyone that we feel—that warmth and love and enjoying this ride together are always possible and are a shared aspiration with 1000s of years of precedent that will never die. may we grow heaven on earth, where it already resides.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

devour beauty
like your life depends on it
savor every bite

𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

don’t try to make sense of it all. 
show the mystery some hospitality and care. 
keep learning to meet it as it is.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 thank you for reading hierophant hour, volume one.