Inheritance
Increase
Imagine
Eden
Erudite / Inefficacy. Look 'em up.
Tell me about something you did, the honor, the plague of it. I'm just looking for you. I'm digging for your heart, but I don't want to keep it; I just want to listen to it and look at it with my hands. Do you mind? You can see mine. It's more out-there all the time. I don't believe that makes it any less precious. Check out what makes me go, see if you like it. Ask me about it because in everyone's heart is a colour you haven't yet experienced. Together we make a whole - when we're united I am no longer my Self but inhabiting all I've been given - I become connected to every drop in the rainbow.
I am of no little faith, but a little faith is what I have.
to each his own
life's grandstand,
a wrist
a twist
an unarmed man
becoming the reason for
all i am.
I listen to Matisyahu and wish I were orthodox something. anything with a history and way. but I AM. he sings of biblical stuff, coming back to faith, and that's what I do. So we're the same. Except he raps like a Jamaican Rastaman and I write highbrow stuff. here it flows. So we rockout. Liberated. Different colours but the same, formed of dust and thought and vision, to Know what we are and where we're from and where we're going. How did I get here? I'm such a light and firsthought that I cannot comprehend the immense necessity for simply being. All the energy that goes into moving my very body, let alone my thoughts actions and fortune, is enough energy to throwdown mountains, build bridges, touch the sky, and dance forever. And all this because I'm a cable connected to the Source. Sourcecode Understood.
It doesn't matter what i do. I am still connected to this umbilical through which flows nutrient imagery to propel me forward into opportunity bigger than life. For my life.
It seems there's no direction in my father, only understanding and intent. Up and down feel a little different but both lead to him. East and West are both His, as North and South have entirely different purposes; all for Him. I fall up mountains. I run to the stars. I build empires and nations crumble beneath me - all this in a day and night.
I am an epicure, a hedonist, one moment, and a Son of God, filled with Heaven, the next. The two are tied together and a luminous understanding apart. The two, together in this one body; heart and mind connected and disparate. One's cruel and conniving, the other's powerful and ignorant. One's a pet and one's a master, like a tiger and a farmer.Which makes sense.
So I enter the
Society of God
1. an organized group of persons associated together for religious, benevolent, cultural, scientific, political, patriotic, or other purposes.
2. a body of individuals living as members of a community; community.
3.a highly structured system of human organization for large-scale community living that normally furnishes protection, continuity, security, and a national identity for its members: American society.
--Latin equivalent to partner or comrade + plural
The idea behind a society is a gathering for a reason. We have a family, and that cannot be changed. We have people we dwell with, whom we choose. Why them? Do they help us achieve or 'purposes'? or are they convenient? Do they make life easy? Do they encourage or challenge us? Which of us know our purpose and so how do we choose our society?
Whom shall I fear? To whom do I give power? As a king, I submit to the one I believe can save me. So my society, my allies, my brethren and people will be the ones who also believe in that power. I can trade with others, but eventually trust and control become forced or misplaced, and so we split ways. War is not inevitable: it is a showing of faith - where do boundaries begin and end?
This is between-kingdom talk. What of within the kingdom? This kingdom is torn asunder by opposing ideals, those who wage wars and those who understand why peace is rest and inviolable.
Hats off to you, Papa Bear,
Encouraging Youth and promise,
Pourer-out of Wisdom,
easing pressure and delivering
strength to accomplish an end.
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A sign in the dark nights,
from the ramparts we watch the torch
ascend and descend on its way
into the city of colour.
With bated breath we've feared the
incoming messenger -
good tidings or bad? -
but the evening's clear,
the stars are unchanged,
and the promise of word,
any word,
is still promise.
Angels. Messengers. What do you look like? With words of purity, or words of mixture - are you fallen or are you uplifted? Are you sent or have you run? Who delivers these words of God?
I am a man and I have spoken words of Love - the Truth.
I am a woman and I have killed the messenger.
I am the Righteous and I have received Life unto deliverance.
I am in Heaven and I know milk and honey, bounty and freedom.
I have lived and I have died.
I walked the night and found in stride
that lights cast shadows
and shadows fade
for the returning sun presents the day.
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