I
am in full grok of wondrous suchness feeling my sole as my soul and the
sol of solitude the sun; thus mouths in my bare feet hungrier for
moonlight than the pulsing wound in the crown of my skull; because the
word for dust in Hebrew is "adamah," and the word for breath is the word
for spirit, and ancient languages tell us how to sing not how to think;
the Qi, the Ruuh, the Pneuma, the pun of soul on breath, the Lord
breathing into Adamic dust to make a living person, a "nephesh,"
from the verb "nephash" to breathe, and yes these unshod soles are puns
that make me free to wander naked in my garden under the New Moon of
the First Planting, and to inhale through my whole body, from the ground
up, exhaling through my crown, a dark alchemical musky fountain
changing sod to consciousness, like a larva full of stars.
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