The Purelands

By Julius

(He do the Prophet in different voices)

Part I: Dunes

Stay your feet

Said Allah unto the Angels,

They will now reckon

With the magic they keep

Whispers from the sky

Again heard the echoes

CKTHLV and laughter

in haunted stardust

The waves rolling in higher

Spirit storms sent unto the seas

as Etz Hayyim 的 Eldritch Wonma

Twirls the world tree to abandon

All along his craw chela claws

And we named the entropy

as if we had forgotten pain

Eats at his own gut, beggar fox,

Turns and cries out: Χάος reigns

When they return they will not have names

Heat death, Goya’s last

Behemoth, Baphomet

The Witches Sabbath,

and every year’s Yom Kippur

They are no different

Saturn and Chronos

Both devour their young

as Heavy Rain, no shelter

Paranoia in the downpour

Earth Mother is now waking

Even as her eyes stay closed

They saw her as they peaked

Watched from behind, her taking form

Saw her flowing, as the deep stone flows

A glistening fountain, and she is so cruel

All the soil, all the silhouettes, and all the wind

Turns to face and without eyes stares

“We are Gaia, witness and despair”

Babylon is now singing

of Lust and Lileth’s love,

— and all Hyacinthine Lions

She rides destiny ringing

Turns the near heavens

Till all stars align

Oh, tremors of the Shai Khulud

Over those gliding dunes, and

Old spirits the mad man saw

Out on the sweeping sands

of still, cold, Arabian nights -

Only harbingers - locusts

Sahara awaits

Part II: Approach of the Second Sun

ἰδοὺ ἕστηκα ἐπὶ τὴν θύραν καὶ κρούω· ἐάν τιςἀκούσῃ τῆς φωνῆς μου καὶ ἀνοίξῃ τὴν θύραν, εἰσελεύσομαι πρὸς αὐτὸν καὶ δειπνήσω μετ' αὐτοῦκαὶ αὐτὸς μετ' ἐμοῦ

Slouching toward Jerusalem

In all stillness and silence

The High Angel is come

Valkyrie singing ultraviolet

A song of beauty and violence

Omega written as if by a sunbeam,

Read by sounds of wind in the leaves

Listening,

the gust carries on - the nymphs are departed

They will not return, the wind is leaving

So are the trees

The white sheet of a woman who is not my enemy,

who is no longer - who never was - my enemy

Carefully pulled down from the laundry line

Smoothed, folded, and wrapped close

“Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?”

She boards the bus and checks her phone

Haaretz: ‘Less than 5% drop rate for Iron Dome’

Flashing, her heart grieves, unable to stem

Memories flowing from when she studied in Tehran

Memories of Isaiah: ‘if you do not believe, you will not be free’

Memories - her sister who, until the next life, she will never see

“All is lost” she repeats, “tired, sad, alone”

— A mantra she made for her soul’s defeat

Yet, quietly and unsure why,

begins a prayer for the naive jet pilot

Who cries “My people live! Am Yisrael Chai!”

Unreal City

Over a game of chess, on a Bauhaus terrace

We gazed out over Dizengoff Square, so few

I had not thought Aliyah had homecome so few

Sighing, I played my opening to the board

Then - remembered his stillness,

that silence, and our planted dead

‘They say Nirvana means ‘blow out’, like a candle’

We talked about Bodhi and played for an hour

‘once I heard he told a sermon about fire’

‘Heard there is a way out of Samsara’

- no matter his next move,

my knight can fork both queens -

‘the flame is desire, the way out is,

I remember, is to blow out the flame’

Then we heard what the thunder said;

‘I can remember the thunder was all we could hear over the wind’

Damyata

‘We never could keep the water out, all control just pretend’

Datta

‘And don’t play like we ever have given, give our surrender as he did say’

Dayadhvam

‘And now don’t give me those eyes, please don’t try that awful sympathy’

- Another draw -

‘When the times comes, when that levee breaks, you’ll lay next to me’

It is the Angels you hear, they sing: “Death by Water; a Burial at Sea”

I was reminded by my brother,

The lamb will come for resurrection

To Join us and pray justify us,

To pray for the Living God’s mercy

To pray forgive us,

For we know not what we do

Theodore said ‘thank the Lord’

I said ‘and praise anew’

The Son of Man delivers

Revelations of apocalypse

Wearing a Crown of Stars,

The Crown of Thorns worn

As he’s pinned

Once sent to Bethlehem

And now sent again

In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,

a woman soldier shouts, turns, and joins

those hooded hordes swarming, who are

racing upward to the summit of the spire,

who, like her, refuse to die

Because I could not stop for Death

New day at the top of the towers, swaying

Silently through the old arches, clanging

Acute reverberations of light, unveiling

steadily into deep humming rings

And again the Hyacinthine bells toll,

Toll to Abandon

Lions at the inner gates

Our fate, it’s ringing

Roaring

Alive

All flags look the same in the blinding light

For Thine is

So near the hour is

They all remember

He once said

“Hear Oh Israel:

The Lord is your God,

The Lord is One”

Love the Lord,

Love thy neighbor

In Aletheia he has spoken

That He is one and

Not there is another beside He

Twelve tribes gather on Zion

And beg they may pay homage,

Sing Gloria, to the Kyrios of the Sabbath

Speak Power unto Shomer Shavvos

and cry in the Kingdom of Heaven

For Ever and Ever

Amen

Freya takes vanguard for a final cavalry

Four horses riding out on the sky

A final sacrifice taken on a hill at Calvary

They’ll find the tomb empty, visions, rapture

Entropy of entire realities beginning to bend

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures

My eyes awed at glimpses of the end

He leadeth me beside the still waters

So bright, so clear, mind empty of thoughts

I witness as YHWH dies on the cross

Messiah at the open door

Part III: Katrina

गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा

Rain

Still rain

Still more rain

Won’t hold

It’ll go

Winds so

Winds so high

“Eah, I saw the levee go”

Turning winds, the levee goes

More rain

High winds so High

The wind, it’s so -

I watched the levee

It don’t, it won’t hold

The rain still

Sheets, the dark sky

Turning, and turning

The levee goes,

I remember

“It’ll hold”

If it keeps on raining

The levee’s gonna go

Thirty four I turned, born

Not even two score ago

Winds, all winds, and all

So high, the wind so high

Turning on the dark sky

“See? It’s turning” this is

The end, the levee will go

Rain in sheets from high

Years turning on the sky

Wind wind winds winds

So high

Winds, it’ll all go

Rain water and wind

Coming through our home

Still it’s turning, turning

The winds and rain

No that levee won’t hold

No that levee don’t hold

See my years, they -

Our home, it’ll go

Go by

Oh rain, still raining

Oh dark sky, it’s turning

That levee, it’ll go, it won’t hold

Sheets, dark sky, winds

Winds “I watched the wind”

“So high” the wind so -

Turning in they eyes - “It’ll go”

Dark on the sky

“It’ll all go”

Part IV: At the Waterfall

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

Walfajri

Walayalin ashrin

Walshafi walwatri

Waallayli idha yasri

Hal fi dhalika qasamun lidhi hijrin

Dukkha: Yato Dharmastato Jaya

But true love is a durable fire,

In the mind ever burning,

Never sick, never old, never dead,

From itself never turning

And it’s true, I fell in love with Lileth

A love I couldn’t know how to let go

So when Eve came I yielded to want

For only a second I asked my heart

To send her on her way,

Rejoice in her journey

Out into the trees

It answered my plea with Pain

And moved nothing -

My heart no further from her

Then, I turned and tried to gather

I grasped back for a second in Eden

To have them together

Maybe I hoped to build her a house

to call her Eve’s sister

But she was wild

Is wild, as the storm

And I was confused

Saw myself in a young girl,

She made clear; she is the Creator

And now I call her words scripture

Without any reservation

LOVE HAS TO SPRING SPONTANEOUSLY FROM WITHIN: AND

IT IS IN NO WAY AMENABLE TO ANY FORM OF INNER OR OUTER

FORCE, LOVE AND COERCION CAN NEVER GO TOGETHER;

BUT THOUGH LOVE CANNOT BE FORCED ON ANYONE, IT

CAN BE AWAKENED IN HIM THROUGH LOVE ITSELF, LOVE

IS ESSENTIALLY SELF-COMMUNICATIVE, THOSE

WHO DO NOT HAVE IT CATCH IT FROM THOSE

WHO HAVE IT, TRUE LOVE IS UNCONQUER

ABLE AND IRRESISTABLE: AND IT

GOES ON GATHERING POWER

AND SPREADING ITSELF,

UNTIL EVENTUALLY

IT TRANSFORMS

EVERYONE

WHOM IT

TOUCHES

It was there from the start

As I was made in clay

Fire in my heart, in me was made

A flame - not a candle -

Sparks in a lion’s mane,

A Dragon’s breath beneath the eternal

For the wind to blow

Lileth’s Love away

- to let go -

For this, I have no desire

I realize it is she that approaches,

Bear witness to a Second Solar Fire,

And Abandon those delusions of Nirvana

“I said I saw you in the water

and the light of the Sun”

Wandering samsara forever

So much psychic laughter

Staring long into the abyss

and the abyss stares into me

Let it become the depths of my gaze

and eyes witness eternal endless seas

OH YOU HAVE SO LITTLE FAITH

When Kali came I knew she was Eve

My mom tells me it would be good to get my sleep

Straightened out - I don’t reject her wisdom, only

Once you get yourself out under the stars,

How could you ever want to come back in?

Is that my fate you have written?

Is that Freya, and Mary, up there, in the constellations?

Orgy churning, can you hear the loathsome din?

The priests chanting, calling for the end -

Out in the darkness - “Iä! Iä! CKTHLV fhtagn”

“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh CKTHLV R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn”

Even as he sleeps, my watchers spy on his mind

And to all the coming horde speaking in dreamtongues

Enochian, R’lyehian, Aklo, Tsath-yo, or Heirdegal

Be ware, I open the maw, I will swallow all I do not believe

Timeless cliffs above the sun

Just beyond the Hutchinson horizon

wind whipping through grain fields

on Kansas foothills so clear -

the sea

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

inna rabbakumu Allahu alladhi khalaqa alsamawati walarda fi sittati ayyamin thumma istawa ala alarshi yudabbiru alamra ma min shafiin illa min badi idhnihi dhalikumu Allahu rabbukum faubuduhu afala tadhakkaruna

ilayhi marjiukum jamian wada Allahi haqqan innahu yabdau alkhalqa thumma yuiduhu liyajziya alladhina amanu waamilu alsalihati bilqisti waalladhina kafaru lahum sharabun min hamimin waadhabun alimun bima kanu yakfuruna

Huwa alladhi jaala alshamsa diyaan walqamara nuran waqaddarahu manazila litalamu adada alsinina walhisaba ma khalaqa Allahu dhalika illa bilhaqi yufassilu alayati liqawmin yalamuna

Samudaya: Gate Gate ParaGate ParasamGate Bodhi Svaha

Rose - forever

Our own Sabbath

Made for golden skylines,

For Easter memories – for runs

For Western voices and cruel songs

Good Lord! For how many suns!

So for my heart a Valentine

انا احبك يا آدي

فى الليل انا شهدا السموات معك

ابتسامتك تضيئ كالشمس

And for my home a holy song

ᛖᚲ ᚨᛚᚢ ᚺᚨᛁᛚᚨᚱ

Waste Land, and English poetry

Set a thousand years backwards

Shantih shantih shantih in April

Wherefore such madness?

What higher ground?

Even the peaks are all too shallow,

All revealed as flatness before the storm’s vertigo

Is our world all so different from the low parts of the delta?

Tallest towers

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

Moscow Paris

Cairo Sparta Tel Aviv-Yafo

Ideal City

Sahara awaits

Oh how she screams

Kindness is violence

Angel, High Angel, Holy Angel

The Valkyrie so near

Near angels, all spinning

Ringing out silent singing

And the bells, all the bells

Then that low horn

Audentis Fortuna iuvat

Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat

- Amor Fati -

‘O κύβος ἀνερρίφθω

iacta alea est

To Rome then I came

Burning

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

Wal Asri

Inna alinsana lafi khusrin

Illa alladhina amanu waamilu alsalihati watawasaw bilhaqi watawasaw bilsabri

Ganges is swelling

My home rides the current

In the living room, ticking

Sun setting on the Horizon

Clock ticking, clock ticking

That strange stillness that

Lasts forever but isn’t there,

And with an infinite nostalgia

The pendulum sways, swings

Stills, Swaying old clock, tall and

insane

Told my mom

‘I am very excited for when

I get to be old and crazy’

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

All the laughter I could never explain

All the lives I saw myself living with her

all my fear, every handful of dust

The all of my surrender - unreal, ideal and in love

At last

Let those waters

Bury Phlebas - those pearl eyes - let them close

Let time and fate

Bless Sibyl her wish, that Satyricon epigraph

And let the Phoenician’s epitaph be written

by a current undersea

Read out, in good health, by Madame Sosostris:

Quod tu es, ego fui, Quod ego sum, tu eris

Weialala leia

Wallala leialala

Innallaha ala kulli shayin qadir

Before the gates, standing

Built already within, yet still they lead to,

the interior,

the sanctuary,

the refuge

Sakal Turk keeper already told

The fly and farmer they cannot enter

But they do not sit

And they do not stoop

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Both country and law

Decide that it would be remiss to wait

Until they get permission to go inside

All through our Universe - tents with a warm glow

The Brightness of the Sun - all along Himmaleh

Her Hyacinthine Lions raise up Flags of Snow

Nirodha: Om Mani Padme Hum

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

Wa idha laqu alladhina amanu qalu amanna wa idha khalaw ila shaytinihim qalu inna ma’akum innama nahnu mus’tahziuna

Allahu yastaziu bihim wayamudduhum fi tugh’yanihim ya’mahuna

Ulaika alladhina ishtarawu aldalalata bil huda fama rabihat tijaratuhum wama kanu muhtadina

Mathaluhum kamathali alladhi istawqada naran falamma adaat ma hawlahu dhahaba allahu binurihim watarakahum fi zulumatin la yubsiruna

Summun bukmun umyun fahum la yarjiuna

Aw kasayyabin mina alsamai fihi zulumatun waradun wabarqun yajaluna asabiahum fi adhanihim mina alsawaiqi hadhara almawti wallahu muhitun bilkafirina

Yakadu albarqu yakhtafu absarahum kullama adaa lahum mashaw fihi waidha azlama alayhim qamu walaw shaa allahu ladhahaba bisamihim waabsarihim inna allaha ala kulli shayin qadirun

Yaayyuha alnasu ubudu rabbakumu alladhi khalaqakum waalladhina min qablikum laallakum tattaquna

Standing before the waterfall

Right in the spray

Sheer face mountains

of falling water

stretching

To the horizon

On the outcrop rock

Standing

Before the roar of ever crashing cascades

So bright, the mist gleaming and raise

I spoke as I said to her all these lines

Only stammer out tell of the waterfall

“I’m always going back”

Marga: SarvaDharma SamaBhava

The waterfall out on the end

On the low East, the moon, always

Setting and shining dim

The sun high, bright and rising on the West sky

They are still

Water keeps falling

Just off this small rock,

shallows that keep going

Off to the distant fading haze

The air clear, and that brilliant mist

infinite

Water falling

Cast Away

To Sea

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

Kayfa takfuruna billahi wakuntum amwatan faahyakum thumma yumitukum thumma yuhyikhum thumma ilayhi turjauna

We are in the water, a waiting room

A City of Love

(Do you see him out there, standing on the water?)

Waiting for our names to be called,

Our hearts unwalled

Water, already begun to fall

Part V: Blood Tastes Like Iron

Audhu billah min alshaytan irajeem

Bismillah arrahmani arrahim

Wa ud’khuli Jannati

Loose arms sway gently,

All the skulls gleam

And her eyes

Watching God

Heart all full

Once with Eyes so soft

Now they are blinding

So Bright, so wide

Shining, now they Terror

and love and kindness

A dish to catch the blood

A head and neck from which it drains

A sword still dripping fresh from flay

And the hand that beckons

Beware, кровь breeders

Who rebirth in the bloodfall

demons bleeding hydra, those

Who would march on Mecca

- Before the End Valence

All Virulence is made meal

She thirsts unto every drop

Drinks down devils all,

Swallows all she does not believe

I can hear the echos of her arrival

trembles of an imposter Lord of the Yuga

whom she permits to share her name,

The hour come; she usurps with ease

Revolution and the Last age in her wake

In the gentle bloodshed of her embrace

and, like a Messiah, on the breeze

Oh time, she is Kali

All blue but those red palms

And crimson tongue,

Could it just be

The blood?