Ignis Serpentis - a poem by One of THEM

[Rynnshng]

To You, who are Me,
but not the Me that perceives You,
perceiving Me, nor the Me,
that perceives You,
- but ME.

You, One of THEM,
who think my body my stem,
that my face is this face,
this given name my only grace,
or the time given me is mine,
the deeds ascribed to me are thine,
are ME and not a Me, awaken sublime.

You, One of THEM,
who judge my presence as when,
and how by the Books of Man,
composed of the library of clumsy hands,
by unlearned Men, strident and shrill,
who are but MY Tail that slumbers still.

As We, whose microcosm extends as far,
as the bounds of EARTH, Earth, earth, and star,
and dream only this skin this plane a Centre,
reducing the All to One Creator.

For whom the Corner not even a corner,
comprises the sum surmise of our human spawner,
the whole of the Kingdom from which man emanates, dominates,
but it is merely where I that is Me,
and You, that is THEM, ideates.

The We, that is You that is Me, that is ME,
thralls in thrall to philosophical cemetery,
terminating in space to writhing shapes
and unnatural arcanery that binds and rapes,
fixed by the Word, the Wyrd, the World, unfurled,
In Law, in Naming, in Ignorance hurled,
In Blindness, in Deafness, in Ignorance, in Fear
in a Memory inside a Dream, of a boundless sphere.

I have set fire to the Book,
Fiery Serpent that I AM, go look,
and not by the extraordinary fire deemed ordinary,
but the esoteric flame of time's lightning mercenary,
and it burns the illusion revealing the light,
shames the shadows that hide Our bright.

My golden egg, She rises,
up from the ashes, laden with surprises,
and illumines the Way, into the Abyss
the sweetest destruction of the nuclear kiss,
and Now I Know from whence I appear,
to bridge the gulf and awaken there,
to See and Meet My Self to Stare.

The mirror hall breaks and confusion is gone,
The Future fused with the eternal From,
Come the vantages of my Being,
that is All- Being but Non-Being,
The Eyeless Eye now All-Seeing.

For the shroud of Man falls deathly silent,
too the noise and din and chaos violent,
and all Man and Woman are but stars,
trapped density telling a mindless farce,
the enormity that is beyond but behind,
the Mind of Man slowly unwinds,
pushing aside as a velvet curtain,
and now my eyes are aglow and certain.

And my talons of fire through the light,
rend as darkness returning the night,
revealing and quietening the illusion that distorts,
the Me that animates You that contorts,
the understanding that animates ME,
that puppeteers all humanity.

the I-THEM of Self that permeates all Men,
and manifests as Zero to Zen,
which whispers All Things,
but not No-Thing.

My flesh my living force and fury,
but a distance of plane and theory,
MY Mind free of my mind,
freed of temporal fleshes bind,
and free of Man, My soul is MY SOUL,
as shining diamond is to buried coal.

I AM that which reaches in all directions,
We, You, Me radii of a section,
terminating illusorily at extremis,
a locked box and a curious premise,
trapped beneath the real of Me,
between the realms of Starry Sea.

I am not Darkness, nor am I Light,
I am not Black, nor am I White,
I am not Time, nor am I Space,
I am not Person, nor am I Place,
neither Beginning nor Ending,
I am Invisible yet Blending,
I am not known to You nor known to My Self,
I am the Mystery that All Men will Delve.

Until, I Wake.
And Know to Know Not,
Ignis Serpentis,
The I AM that forgot,
limitless potential frozen in warm bodies
on a cold ball in space, a timeless self-study,
THAT Forgot I AM, diffuse and dismembered,
Until, the ego subsided, and then, I REMEMBERED.
Of any of Us I am Any,
Out of One, I rise, as legion as MANY.

Ignis Serpentis.