RED TASSELS DRAPING THE RAFTERS OF THE TEMPLE

AS a lover should there are these red tassels
draping in the rafters of the temple as our Spirit guides us
to our individual lessons and our purpose to make sense
of that which we are and the sheer greatness of that which is
yet to come.

if we listen with wisdom and without wonder, without fear
but with a burning of our passion not for the past or the future
but for this place right here, right now and the miracle is
that even if the past or the future is never at last attained
we shall never die.

We shall live in consciousness; a blessed mind of perfection
to grow in each moment smooth, yet resilient — our heart having
learned the pain of the unforgiving from without and within.

So love is our own faith and no one else’s. Our time has come
and gone — a single drop of love discarding pain as we shatter
the darkness and accept with grace the fullness of life!

We can still see the red tassels draping in the rafters
of our hearts as our spirit guides us to our individual lessons
and our purpose to make sense of that which we are and the sheer
greatness of that which is yet to come.

If we listen with wisdom and without wonder; without fear but with
a burning of our passion not for the past or the future
but for this place right here, right now and the miracle is
that even if the past or the future is never at last attained
we shall never die.

We shall live in consciousness — a blessed mind of perfection
to grow in each moment — a Smooth Soul.

The last time I saw her was the first time. Like fire, like
art, like flowers and roses. With a scream I only called her soul.

With a gasp, she died.

I only called her soul. As I had begged forsaken my life
for hers, and touched her.

In a world where radiations stream out of the lungs and eyes,
through the nose and ears, to the heart who hears.

And everywhere burning in the Sun.
I only called her soul.
And had her call me master.

We obey.

In a world where we the smoky dust of pleasure and we the smoke of judgment
have no place. I only called her soul and have never come back.

/bitter dark \ quitting smoke As I take leave of the place,
into the skies of wisdom.

Leading all with happiness. Leading all with all.

“I am my own treasure.”

Love, are you tired?

04.21.2021 ::

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