Harvest Fest of Convergence · Solomon of Asgard Was Here
⁘ “In this harvest festival of convergent wisdom... Have I been the king of high Jerusalem, wearing the breastplate of judgment with its twelve tribal jewels? Have I been the lord sovereign of Asgard, with the twin ravens on my shoulders, scouting up and down the length and breadth of Yggdrasil the world tree. What comes at the end of our polarizations?”
In this harvest festival of convergent wisdom,
have I been the king of high Jerusalem,
wearing the breastplate of judgment
with its twelve tribal jewels.
With Urim and Thummim,
those secret stones in my secret pockets,
for getting it all sorted?
Have I been the lord sovereign of Asgard,
with the twin ravens, dark and light, on my shoulders,
scouting up and down the length and breadth of Yggdrasil the world tree.
Its roots, up-a-top, cut with asanga-shastram,
the weapon of dissociation – unentangled.
Such a parade, marching with the troops of angels and jinns.
Step not on that ant, and what says the hoopoe bird?
Is the queen of Sheba for real – or just another puppet?
Rounding up the folks for the Ragnarok'n moshpit.
Aesir and Vanir, where will you go?
Bright and dark elves, what's your story?
And the giants of ice and fire,
wherever that their battle axes may fall
at the end of the polarizations?