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