NESTED BRANCHES
When the Eternal comes, says the Rabbi,
& what does he mean?
May be the Ghost behind the scene;
the tear with grain of Ocean in your eye.
The truth is whole, the truth is one –
& what does this mean?
That Love’s criterion
is rectitude, in every human situation.
Gumilev, that Petersburg poet,
called it chaste vision –
welded like dew at dawn
to blades of grass, the spark of holy Paraclete.
The infant acorn was King of the Wood.
The leaves bent, whispering the news
through Ariadne’s arbor… (hers
the thread – her nested branches overhead).
The Rabbi is a child of God!
cried Mary Magdalen.
He dies on this occasion
since he bears the prophet’s spiral rod
twirling from heaven as from nothingness.
His smile defies your gravitation;
he will come again
after three days of stony sleepiness
like Jonah sprang from salty Milky Way;
the rule of theft & violence,
of Minotaur’s demonic fraudulence
is coming to an end. Truth shines like day.
4.2.20
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