THE HOVERER

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Walking through the city so

                                           unmindful of my legs,
The Hoverer stays motionless no matter
where I go : borderless GodSky
also deLighting [this] brainbow;
how long has it hovered unstuck to egoity,
immune to post & pre,
everybody’s personal egoless deity—
why try to look & see? ‘Tween the temples it’s aware
unseen/beholdingly : never caught in neural net
                                    like some blood juicy fly...
exodusted from the grip of

                                          pharaoh-ego I.

So which is The Hoverer, now or eternity?

The Hoverer embraces both uninterruptedly:
mated like a mirror shows shit & reflects stainlessly,
never clinging to a thought of

                                               ‘understand thought-free.’
 

Oh my god it’s right here : I AM actuality...
no known name can be!
 

Tell me then, who hovers?

Dawn-fresh   AH   horizon-free.

I’d reply but secret mantra in-hears silently

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Cleveland, 2021

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THAT

 

Continual right-now is

                                    a quality of GodGlow...
anyone can know; yes know in biblical sense of
mated unity : wholly
                        hollow mind-gem
                        all-embracing God

                                                       body : treasure
of skull hill : actual I AM connection
that
thou
shall
not
kill.

 

Cleveland, 2021

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LAST WORDS OF A FRIEND

 

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deLight closely watches,
closer than mindshell(s) can be:
faux surrounding I AM
                                 focus
                                 pinpoint openly—
where stuck-to body dies
wisdom-eye’s pure serenity,
self-meditatively sustained
don’t   wait   to   die   to   see!

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Cleveland, 2021

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It's no secret that his name is Ken Goodman, but

(when ecstatic meditation mates with poetry creation)

he writes under the pen name of 'yours truly, the happy recluse.'

And he does it in Cleveland.

Places yt's poems appear include: Azure: A Journal Of Literary Thought; Fleas On The Dog; Grand Little Things; Angel Rust Magazine; OOMPH! Press; They Call Us (Sluts & Prudes) Magazine; and Die Leere Mitte Magazine (Berlin).

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