A Sun God on My Back

Aton, the Solar disc ancient Egyptian god, is mentioned in an Abba Eban guided documentary rarefying the Biblical one cocoa of effulgent succour Creator revealing the Hebrew G*d, and moreso before an adherent is granted magnanimity of belief, there's the sun. Of one piece in an ironic mind is all the suggestive space of light, that our sun is the emulsive promise of it. The natural distance strung can make its furthest reach here the solace room adducing dust motes in a Sisyphusian baptism of light, molten star conflations toward cool earthen loam. Energy niches are metrical to our cosmogony. If these plain memorial candles tending like saints of night and tree coves were starry heiroglyphs bouncing temporal vision into the drape of lithium & photons, its mood purveyors live-up to restore and be given sight. Nirvana, bliss, its diamond hand upon your brow... Theoria's gate into claxons of green enchantment, the ascendent is become arborial. A sense to egoity valiantly denied, the candle is blown out, or something brighter engulfs us, hither a kenosis to our shady promotion is the new dawn phasing. The sun can't be less than Wisdom. One realizes an ultimate commentary to her spirit that truth is a pathless land, wandering, leaving tracks if inner-language is language to inner-experience thus-gone?***************Monism over that one thing which consolidates memory may well be a breath's control and nothing of real world news, studies, the pregnant fact of school years in their cadence, is about as much a mystery as remembering from remote light-house qualias in the face of confusion enumerating a rather Holy word for the biblical G*d for some, Adonai through my fascinans in turbillion slaver out of the valley of tongues where langauge awash encants rhythmically I Don't Know, precisely the Never You Mind of Jah, relates Karen Armstrong defining I am that I am thusly the ancient idiom of a tremendum mean in the exoteric. Monism = of one piece.*************Of course G*d is the exception to origins, if one is up against presuming the moment to moment furl of certainty that an existential burden indicates one's journey as resource to his/her belief, though with whom his & her feeling is less than confident one should suppose the virtuosity of self-being is borrowed of temporal assent.*************The traveler in ryddim to footfall, being the auditive culling consumer so nice and refreshed of the merit thinking on Israel and Egypt now, this world-beat, meaning a comfortable, contemporary sound, feels close enough to the Samite, his "Waterfall" I once had on a mix Devastation International could see clear through, offering up rather "Into the Groove," Ciccone Youth, all damn-well mind blowing. But in that space if a metric to the Creative has me compelled in those halcyon years in and around academician floe--the world more spiritual--it's the song you may try to find out of this Samite subtlety, called "Waterfall."