Friday, September 21, 2012


Heruka Chakrasamvara
and all the other vampires of synchretic lore
still cannot quell the ground, and the things
of the ground, for even in peace
is madness, violence, and hatred,
and in war, loving, caring, solicitude.

The mother is beyond all determination, her wombphallus
is like a joyful pestilence of paradoxes, rasa before chaos, chaos before rasa. Even mindless, and bodiless, the ishta remains enlightened, every moment the noise of its culmination, dissolution,

file under: digging semiosis.
Heruka: file under 'delirium transcending delirium'