in Vajrayana's Rainbow path, masters speak of twilight language,
a secondary communication system expressed through metaphor, or polysemy;
polysemes are words, phrases, or visual symbols that have multiple meanings,
multiple seams, or seemings, by which to sew new dreamings, a thread so fine of water and light.
Twilight is daughter of day kissing night, French painters called it l'heure bleue,
the blue hour, but twilight can also mean when something is close to its end,
we grow old in the twilight of life, and then, in the Poetic Edda, the hero,
Sigurd drinks dragon's blood, learns to speak with birds,
the Quran says Solomon & David understood birds,
Greek poets were said to do the same, so does it seem so
insane when I say Media sounds like the sorceress Medea,
or that Politics sounds like "Poly," meaning "many", combined with "Ticks,"
meaning "blood-sucking insects," or maybe “Poli”
like poles of a magnetic field combined with “tick,” a nervous twitch,
does it seem so absurd that I talk to birds?
medieval French troubadours spoke la langue des oiseaux, the tongue of birds,
where, for example, au lion d'or, "the golden lion", might mean, au lit on dort, "in bed one sleeps,"
in bed one sleeps, you can learn a Lot by speaking to birds,
but between the weeping of literal and symbolic meaning, I've discovered a third,
you can read intent in a smile, I wash anguish from guiled face with dove soap,
the language of birds is written with sound & word in a tongue of love & hope.
(taken from the poem, A Child's Thought of God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
A child's thought of god,
he wears a fold of heaven and earth across his face,
like secrets kept for love untold,
but still I feel that his embrace
slides down by thrills through all things made,
through sight and sound with every place,
as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure.
as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure.
as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure.
Half waking me at night, and said, who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?
Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?
credits
from VOCA TERRA (Sounds of the Miles),
released April 20, 2017
Chase Maxwell - Lyrics, Vocals, Synthesizers
Walter Nettles - Guitar
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