Archetype of the Collective

Archetype of the Collective Conscious

I.

On the throne of my electric sun
Pulsates our golden son
Incubating in this Aeon

That gayomart fragmented
As droplets of blood
In cornucopias of the Spirit

Like a cloud seeding
Soon to bellow and burst out
Like Rudra's host

A janus of quantum particles
Feeding off his mother's meditations
As each satellite of her ovaries beholds

He asks them,
those morning and evening stars,
"Who's my father?"

Asks into each lunar window
Marbled with akasha streams
That bubble up from sinaitic craters

II.

Along the horizon
The cosmic tree lays uprooted
And in thirst

Like an hour glass pausing time:
Life and Death in the balance

Each grain of sand
Oscellating in a valley of decision
To seek Moksha
Or turn it's back on Paramatman

As the dajjals gather
Broad becomes the way
Only camels may become Krisna's bovines
Disrobing their grit like fishscales flayed

In one accord
These shall flee
Away from Nirvana's jinn whispers

Merge in symbiosis
With the feet of Nataraja
As the harvest is reaped
By Shakti's sickle

Both Yamu and Ramu are shed
No more deserts of land or water

Duality collapsing into its proper axis
The remnant hosted in a new edenic cosmos

Welcome to the Kingdom