The Tongue of Gold.
The Language of One WORD.
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I'm feeling regressed all the way back,
time has unwound its psychic clock;
past and future are all in the mind,
the Sun neither rises nor sets behind.
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Deep in the quantum NOW of things,
is my central Core and Soul ashine.
LOGOS is the Cause of all languages,
speaks in Silence but also reSonates.
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The tongue of fire inspires intuition.
Writing in Blood is for Coagulation.
In my Grail, half-full with Holy Bread:
Host of one Word, my Tongue of Gold!
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Observer: the Tongue of Silence.
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Seven language modes, lower to higher,
we must all learn to know the KNOWER.
First, the id of instincts, we all act-out,
then our emotionally~charged thoughts.
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Next is fire betwixt elements and Ether,
the bridge we burn to forge the Observer;
half elemental and half Metal, intuition,
destroys the ego to create a New Skin!
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This tongue of fire speaks mythologically,
the dragon devours its elemental tail;
goes Puff!.. into our Etheric magic~Dust,
the Metal refined from earth into Salt.
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This Tongue of Silence holds a vacuum,
the Grail to diStill water into our Wine;
and it will also suffocate airy ideation,
so we learn to breathe the Air of Heaven.
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Mater abhors this vacuum in my Mind,
red~shifts and rises~up to fill the Moon;
which "turns to Blood" to leaven Bread,
a Libation to please my Tongue of Gold.
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