Amused in a brilliance, confused in the whirling tumult

Amused in a brilliance, confused in the whirling tumult
Of syllables constricting a metaphysical meaning
Explicated in several voluminous chapters
By the plurally-initiated Jesuit, René Guénon.

Polysyllables in a polysymphony;
In came the gurus with tabla, tambura and trance
And out went my consciousness, quite like the fizzling lamp
Set in the darkness of a temporal camp.

Lines are extending in the indefinite distance
While my sacred beloved naps on a bed of leaves
And dreams of an absolute silence without self.

I'm laughing across a piano and into a room
Where a clock counts the hours and the repetitive Sun
Bleeds in through a window in discernible beams.