"Face 1b" © 2016 David Prashker |
I watch the sand blow through the hourglass
sinkingseeping
into the bowels of this glass desert
The sand flows infinitely
timelessly
the hourglass turning on its own axis
enclosing
incorporating
everything
the perfect structure of this perfect labyrinth
not so much a desert as a Universe
And here am I
waiting
crouched on the roofs of Shiloh like a watchman
between the two poles of the hourglass
the four poles of the mandala
the nine towers of this stone city
And here am I
waiting
forty years in the wilderness
between morning and the meridian
between darkness and darkness
between the Nine Circles and the Rose
Waiting
Until all is complete
and all is empty -
and then I turn the bowl around once more
to begin a new spiral
to maintain the constant one
(for it is a spiral
not a cycle
despite appearances:
I am one who has learned never to trust appearances)
And here am I
waiting
for you
Ayishah
gathering myrrh and spice
between kenosis and plerosis
between Apollo and Dionysos
between Yahweh and Elohim
between the Nine Crowns of the Kingdom of Alphalia
and the Nine Names
on the branches of the Tree of Life
between the thousand names of God
and the One Name
*
Call me Ishmael
Nimrod
Cain
Call me Yehudah Ha Nachri
Call me Argaman
And if you are coming down
through the shallows of the river Jordan
please let me know beforehand
and I will come out to meet you
at Jerusalem
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