Sunday, March 16, 2008

paean to a modern mystic


Body painted in reds and blues
you open your face to bellow melodies
that scream of soul’s initiation
of looming revelation
of stoned intoxication
the divine---
your holy verse delivered
in front of an electrified guitar choir
rumbling powerfully
fueled by sacred meter drumfire

ministering to many, your lyrics a koan
raising the level of human vibration
sending followers to seek an unknown
sung by you
your rage, your love
your holistic experience of godhead
dropping the hints we need
to reap the Eleusinian mysteries of our age

You, irreverent harbinger of the rains to come,
I am listening---
I have experienced communion through the sound of your voice,
a raw tremor and roar speaking directly to god,
resounding your poetry of sex and death
mother/ son
father/ child
the illusion of our pain
I have felt your parabols deliver me
to my mortal eternity
to the inborn wisdom seen
through my own third eye

in supplication
in prayer that I might behold you, hold you and
hear, at least once, the inflection of your voice
hummed directly in my ear
I offer my mind to yours to share in
metaphysical, psychedelic discourse,
I offer my flesh to yours to share in
sessions of salvation through intercourse
Maynard James, I would give you the holiest of gifts
I offer you my sacramental self