KRIYA
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Paul Amlehn
Paul Amlehn is a writer and video artist, based in New York, and currently visiting the country of his birth, New Zealand. At the present time, he is working on a series of prose poems, entitled The Seven Words, as well as on a libretto for the avant-garde dramatist, Robert Wilson. His poems and prose poems have been published in literary journals in America, England, Canada, New Zealand, Finland, Greece, Brazil, and Japan. His video art works have been placed in the collections of MoMA and documanta muse.By Paul Amlehn
Published on 10/6/2003
The beginning of the beginning the end of the end an infinite and
solitary kiss. A single petal made for words. I breathe in a book of
love upon my mouth a benediction and a kiss the sound of water
says what I am thinking.
solitary kiss. A single petal made for words. I breathe in a book of
love upon my mouth a benediction and a kiss the sound of water
says what I am thinking.
The beginning of the beginning the end of the end an infinite and
solitary kiss. A single petal made for words. I breathe in a book of
love upon my mouth a benediction and a kiss the sound of water
says what I am thinking. Light and dark earth and sky the embrace
of lovers. The most beautiful harmony born of opposites the world
both multiple and one. The imprint of the hand sunk deep in the
mud or that of the foot the bared belly the knees marked with
crosses. Sitting there together in the dark knowing each other
waiting for words. The wind of spring billows silken curtains with
longing we smell like the spices of the trade our ears nostrils navels
toes skewered by pearls. I am waiting in your monastic breath.
Threads that tangle roots sinking into the ground the ebb and
flow of a wandering energy a glorious body fused into unity the
body the vessel becoming a lymph of The Tree of Life unspoken
voices yearning. The joining of two universes internal marriage of
male and female shadow aura void. Out of the open body comes
a colored swarm of light images of flight subtending a birth
separated from the earthly vulval bed the meeting of earth and
ether. Immersion in the chasm of the body the circle the holy
enclosure. The eternal image of woman turning the world inside
out reflections in a body of water. The mystery of endless timeless
celestial reaches wandering lights flesh hued arabesques waves
billowing and crashing. Rhythms of wind and water.
Copyright © Paul Amlehn, 2003. All Rights Reserved.
solitary kiss. A single petal made for words. I breathe in a book of
love upon my mouth a benediction and a kiss the sound of water
says what I am thinking. Light and dark earth and sky the embrace
of lovers. The most beautiful harmony born of opposites the world
both multiple and one. The imprint of the hand sunk deep in the
mud or that of the foot the bared belly the knees marked with
crosses. Sitting there together in the dark knowing each other
waiting for words. The wind of spring billows silken curtains with
longing we smell like the spices of the trade our ears nostrils navels
toes skewered by pearls. I am waiting in your monastic breath.
Threads that tangle roots sinking into the ground the ebb and
flow of a wandering energy a glorious body fused into unity the
body the vessel becoming a lymph of The Tree of Life unspoken
voices yearning. The joining of two universes internal marriage of
male and female shadow aura void. Out of the open body comes
a colored swarm of light images of flight subtending a birth
separated from the earthly vulval bed the meeting of earth and
ether. Immersion in the chasm of the body the circle the holy
enclosure. The eternal image of woman turning the world inside
out reflections in a body of water. The mystery of endless timeless
celestial reaches wandering lights flesh hued arabesques waves
billowing and crashing. Rhythms of wind and water.
Copyright © Paul Amlehn, 2003. All Rights Reserved.