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Sam Flot

Friday, December 21, 2012

The Crown Above Triptych




The Crown Above
A triptych of Mayan poems by Sam Flot

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(The Crown Above)
Jade Circling Neck

Old Mayan footpaths
Traipsing and running through the jungle
Offering symbiotic gestures of
Decay and Survival

Thrusting proudly and sincerely
Into humbled spaces and places

Where
They built plazas and pyramids
Where they built buildings
Lasting for centuries

Fighting off disease and Europeans
Arriving like infestations of invaders
For centuries and centuries and centuries
Over under down above

Through different kinds of jungle vines and
Enormous leaves that stay
For years and years and years
Over under down and above

Walking down the path
Which leads to the center
Climbing to the top of the pyramid
Jade circling neck
Shaman speaks to spirits

To see Four points --  From which to go
To feel Four winds --  That always blow
To observe Four seasons --  Passing slow
To say Four prayers --  In cosmic glow

Singing and chanting
In a circle of candles
Clay pots full of water
Surround the shaman’s beings
Inner and Outer
Inner and Outer

Connecting to the moon
Jade circling neck
Shaman speaks to spirits
While their mystical auras are
Outside and well off the axis
Off any logical idea of a grid
The ethereal is real
If not surreal


8.10.oh9                                fLot



(The Crown Above) 
The Skulltop Releasing

Volcanic rock is no accident
Art carves itself out from the inside
Initializing the distinct instinct inherently
Singling out the distinguishing dancers
To be catapulted into history’s corrupt pages 
To be depicted on a ceramic vessel
Twirling in circles
Arms awry and legs on fire
The music melds rhythms and melodies
A thicket ablaze in a musical maze
The dancers dance in circles

Round and round
Shaking tambourines and rattling gourds
The air is thick and the energy is at a fever pitch
Arriving at the middle where a holy man sits
Arms outstretched
Palms open to heaven
An elegant and elite elder statesman
Wearing long brilliant black braids
On each side of his head and
Jewels of jade circling his neck
He is concentrating intensely
Both eyes
Firmly but gently closed
Chanting the visions his eyelids release
Up to the brain born to this vision

Flying for the first time
Through air and over land and water
Seeing these pyramids
Emanating upside down energy
As the music climbs the middle stairs

Climbing the steep slope straight up
To the upside down top
Balancing a piece of pie on the precipice
An idea sent forth to be
Inspiration

Sent blasting out like volcanic ash from a volcano
An era born form the form of
The crown above the skull top
Carving itself out
From the inside

  

7.9.2012                            sam flot



(The Crown Above)

The Fulcrum of Transcendence


Doomed Mayan creatures
Emanating up out above and
Down out of
Skull-top open to
Releasing birds
From Hairy Nest of Birthing

Eras or ideas
Surrounded around
The Last Uncrowned
Emperor’s Throne

Never challenged
To hold preservation at bay
To build a tribute to Sisyphus


Upside-down pyramids of energy
Stylistically building
Architectural rivalry
Intellectual revelry
Calibrated happily 

Like a plate covers
A stove-pipe-hole-in-the-wall
Or
A hallway that disappears
Into a closet
Blocked or allowing
Only limited infiltration


Arms outstretched
Eyes closed
Out of concentration

Inside no reluctance
To out pour it all out of
The crown above
The third-eye fulcrum of transcendence



s. flot                            7.13.oh-ate

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