Where the conch blasts! A (Gnostic) Gospel of Sinai

                            Blue-bearded sadistic Sabaean  stoic  swallows time
                            strong-wields  a winnowing trident  and  royally  rides
                            on Krishna’s Meccan bovines under a luminous glow

                                      Under the scanning shadow of Midian
                                       shivering sheep low their sufi crowns
                                     in fear of stormy Sin’s starry stronghold

                                Oh for joy! Jethro’s cracked the esoteric code
                                 Was it written on sealed papyrus parchment
                               Perhaps he saw it scribed on quantum Akasha

                                 Moses has the key so knows the true name
                                    He takes back the mystical mountain by
                                  boisterous “Yah!” or so the oral Torah states

                                    The throne has a new metatron master
                                   seat of judgment appears to suffer a coup
                                   brand new theophany for Aaron’s relation

                                  Semite priest must’ve heard of Sin before
                                    followed privy Nile-side temple training
                                     made gilded stead for that Min to ride

                                   Was it to calm the dire daemon’s anger
                                     or gain good genie’s fortuitous favour
                                    Perhaps to rescue Moses from danger

                                  Copts, Phoenicians, Nubians, Aramaeans
                                    became terror belost in a wild vastness
                                   spook storm in teacup no longer Kansas

                                     For divine name swelled angrier than
                                     Marcion’s demigod else two were one
                                    an iconoclast of its own graven images

                                Maybe Suen hadn’t liked the physique given
                                  nor took to wearing sordid shallow guises
                                returned to humble state obscure Aummoon

                                  No more to play the conspicuous Teshub
                                   Ya Hovah now would creep clandestine
                                      as promised: return Banu Abraham

                                    Still symbols and signs one can’t avoid
                                    a mashiva of sorts  a lingam wellspring
                                    under Brahma’s Dread—that fiery pillar

                                     Reunited by new Beer Sheba contract
                                    law that would ensure true love’s victory
                                spite sourly surrounding dissonant kingdoms

                               Shakinah’s Parvati charmed by pure Theocracy
                                   demonstrating indisputable spiritual reality
                                     Maha-narrative of potent universal deity

                                        And oh the sweet nostalgic irony as
                                        Ea Shovarasin would recall his friend
                                      who had built great ark that salvaged all

                                      Raj David’s harp plays dear divine name
                                     yet there remain other clans in other lands
                                   Tishbites and Nazarite Sikhs clench with zeal

                                       Jebusites and Kuthites too have history
                                      treaties with the mystery as well the Magi
                                     await Sourosh’ sacred birth in waters virgin

                                Even the oracles of Cybil and Apollo T’alla are
                                    in the know that one day Pharaoh’s house
                                        will be frozen o’er with blinding snow

                                            For unto holy cousin of Elishiva
                                       Daniel’s auspicious peace child is born
                                    delivers all confidently call upon Yah Shua

                                   In Samaria the Taheb has appeared at last
                                     He has divulged me all my shameful sins
                                        declared forgiven adulteress liberally

                                    Melchizedek saw the orbs of Joseph’s stars
                                    Mandaeans missed El’s bright beatific vision:
                                    Johns’ exact light and the hour’s final Word

                                           So bow before him unlike poor Iblis
                                            and kiss the son while it is still day
                                            the second Adam nay the firstborn

                                        My nexus, my navel, my kaaba, my Pan
                                         Om Nama Shiva Ya! Hari hari Yashive
                                          who now dwells in heart’s chamber!

                            Nilkanth lovely lesser YHWH has swallowed the poison
                            my  offences  absorbed  obliterated  in  milky ocean  of
                            ecstatic  forgiveness,  destroyed  forever  by  Mahadev