02 November Smoke · 2 of 6
Foreword:(Eyes- transfiguration of the soul, where images aren't only reflected but annotated with emotions, is there anything more sacred than sight?)
Script:
I look at an idol in the incense haze-
Eyes anchor weight, and gazes liberate copper plates stained by holy visions/ voluntary delusions with sandalwood paste libating prophecies of peace.
Clairvoyance, Oracles and Dreams- the theology of sight-
The ontology of seeing, painted eyes look at you the gentleness of being the depth of the moment known, invisible invocations fleeting, fragmented, fostering- faith relapsing connections illusory in the smoke found in the distance burned in our gaze.
The phantasmagoria of perception-
the white of the blistered jasmines from broken garlands, pale halo of the sun flickers with my belief- clustered in glassy pupils waning and waxing like moon Divinity residing in the temporary altars of assurance Temple of the eye God is sculpted through a gaze.
Postscript:I close my eyes. Yet my vision extends, for what is prayer if not the act of seeking? Enlightenment- when vision is made clear, a sight which stretches beyond.