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THE FOOL is a (k)Not
That Unravels
Why?:
Space is a Point
Whose Ground is the Sky.

THE FOOL is a Be-
Within every -Cause
The Four-Play
That leads
To a Pregnant Pause.

THE FOOL is a Sum
That Calculates:
NAUGHT!

The Witness
To every derangement of Thought.

THE FOOL
Is a Void
That gave birth to the Spark
In the eyes of both parents
Naked in the Dark…

That gave Life to that Being
That calls itself “I”

…Gaia – Ouranos…
The Earth and The Sky

The brilliant punchline
Preceding the Joke:
A Wordly-Wise shell
Needs an Innocent yo(l)ke –

A Way
Where there’s none,
For All Ways are One

For the Aethyr that Breathes
When the Logos has spoken,
And Fools fall through Cracks
Where the Kosmos is Broken…

And all Explanation
Is Frivolous,
Token:

A Throw-Away Gag
That becomes rather choking…

Oh! Come!
With me, now!

You know I’m Only Joking!

🍇

⚜️

The formula of creation:

That which IS can only be SELF

All that has BEING is I

Supreme

Created by WILL,

Is-ness the space surrounding self-hood’s point.

All that is I has BEING

Supreme

Sustained by WILL,

Selfhood the point projecting Is-ness’ space.

WILL is the Innate Quality of SELF

There can Be no Other:

All is SELF, exploring within

I + WILL = BE = I

BE =  Iⁿ⁺¹ = Iⁿ + WILL = Be = I

WILL is the Nature of SELF

Nature is Action Over Time, Exploring Recursion

I + WILL = BE =

Thus is Man made in Gods’ Image:

Know, Dare, Will, Keep Silent

GO 

Crazy Wisdom.

Foolish Insight.

Pure Madness.

A Moebius Strip of Non-Sense.

Lost in the fractals that bloom

Throughout the liminal threshold

between the Infinite Appearances and

No-Thing

Now Sing:

I will be that I will be

The First,

Unborn, Undying;

Preceding possibility:

I AM (WILL BE!)

Un-caused, Un-trying;

This effortless infinity

Boundless, beyond knowing.

Perfect in Eternity,

This Universe the growing

Of the Light by which you know Me

In your heart, without denying

That you might have played a part

In the Virgin Mother’s crying

For the Fool, taking the journey,

Being bound by, and untying,

All these dreams of separation

From the One

Unborn,
Undying.

See,

The Fool Springs forward, like rabbits at Easter

Refined by his Airs, but compelled like a Beast

Ah! You see, from the Latin

‘Follis’ – “Bag of Wind”!

Amoral adventurer,

Sainted, and Sinned:

Lacking Dimension, eluiding all Form

Arriving from Nowhere

To summon a Storm

Like Yahweh of Old,

Should the Fool be so bold,

To descend

through the three Sacred Veils

as told

by the Great Kabbalists

And the Maenads,
All pissed,

All seeking Alchemical Gold.

Ecstatic or serious,

Ever Mysterious:

Seeking Alchemical Gold.

To define such fine wine

With a label, Divine

As it may Be and should so aspire,

Is just oxymoronic,

Infrequent yet Chronic?

The Lowest

That somehow is

…Higher?

Dionysus, Apollo –

Which Madman to follow,

From Frying pan

Into the Fire?

Let’s go Higher.

Adding the Fool

To your School,

or your Doctrine

Is just adding Zero to Something.

Nothing changes

Or rearranges,

Distant friends remain Strangers,

Expecting exchanges,

Including No-thing

To your Stuff

Can be Dangerous,

trust…

But marry the Weirdo,

Transcend all your fear, though

Demonstrably prove

The error of Lear, so

From Nothing comes…

Something?

Or so it appears

And, again, calm your mania

Assuage your fears –
MY GOD, IT’S SO STEEP!

At the Cliff Edge:

LEAP!

And then

True Zero

Become, as you must,

Thy Self

Unmasked

Unveiled

But Just

The Whole Universe,

Thy Self,

True Zero

Become,

TRUST
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For if anyone thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.

~ Galatians, 6:3