Satoris in Frankincense Burning with Myrrh

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“like a haze amidst illuminations” ~ part of a faux epigraph in George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda

“like the birth of galaxies in candle smoke” ~ faux epigraph by Phillip Whidden

You need to find your solitude, your place

Among illuminations.  Let it be

A holy hiding place in Horeb’s face,

A cave with fireworks.  Settle there to see

In fog and haar explosions in the stars

With spatial gas and dust.  A burning bush

Is yours.  Take off your sandals.  Think of scars

On Jesus’ forehead, dreams in Hindu Kush,

Elightenment with Buddha in a mist,

The Ten Commandments as in Jesus’ tales

And parables, commandments kissed

By Pollyanna, John’s escape with sails.

  Leave Patmos.  Leave the Bodhi tree.  Find youth

    In cherry bombs of holiness in truth.

© Phillip Whidden