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0511 lemmings
My
mind reading
a
small skipping stone
hurled
across the vast still pond
a
universe twirling seeming still a pond
at
night all the stars plankton glowing curiosity
hurled
the stone of me seeking the who of God why
death
where of You & why oh why do I accelerate in the
stillness
of your belly never slowing of entropy accelerating and fracturing
into more plankton stars
None
of us were ever born to be slaves the stars of our pearls gobbled by
pigs and goats who'll eat anything to fill their emptiness
Lick
my Library Card knowing me digestible only by the teacher of me
mating asexually the knowing of the making of you the who is beyond
knowing my daily bread not stones above my head in Arlington seeing
always the wrong side of the grass a knowing the only ending story
the end of war and finally fatally falling upon the head stone of
Emily of Amherst of Dickinson knowing of Rumi not beware the final
fatal audience with The Lion of God
What
woman could bear my laughing out loud crying sighing screaming
shouting glowing levitated in the looming pearlescent predawn when I
stop breathing for a time maybe forever the interstice between life
and origin and end infinitesimal who will I be next time
All
dialog seems about for or against something but seldom is in itself
just is or is about itself
The
function of journal keeping is to hear and love yourself finding
threads backwards and forwards to infinity . . . in a sense to become
the sovereign self you were created to be. Of course I mean The
Creator of Everything . . . yes . . . you and me and all of us
conscious that we belong to one another of us without recompense no
gratuity required. The genius of god is within and only pain as small
as a mustard seed or grain of sand can begin the formation of the
Pearl inherent in all: many songs stories poems to the one Audience
who in thanksgiving replies in one voice speaking in many tongues not
babble but love. Only fear drives love into vengeance and judgment
like pigs and goats eating everything compelled like lemmings to leap
into the abyss never caught using us instead of themselves as
surrogates.
Serve
not emperors self proclaimed naked empty egos prancing about
obscenely Serve the servant of we small kings and queens who in
serving us pours out the holy grail for us. Pass forward the loving
cup of yourself and be eternally filled with love stupid . . . as in
keep it simple stupid.
I
think the resurrection is within all of us who in giving virgin birth
to our self/soul/consciousness can become part of the solution not
the problem
remember
the Buddhist sacrifice themselves by fire to protest the rape of
their divinity To close I entered rest last night wondering had I
known the death of my children impossible of course would I do again?
Yes. For them for God for us life is for the living and the dead know
God better than I until in death I meet face to face love not
vengeance.
07:52
pause for breakfast
Different
perspective same issues different facets. In essence what I suggest
is not for everyone this self birth incarnating your true self. The
true self can only be known and defined by you: sovereignty.
It
is a process unlike Mr. Romney's lies about jobs, political lies and
no speak. The man for the job is in place and should no longer be
discriminated against for his race or possible choice how to define
or ignore God nor for his non-participation the the school of that
most obscene thing for becoming a professional politician.
There
are many who call themselves democratic who are in reality autocratic
in the following sense while guaranteeing themselves freedom from
concern for income, giving themselves raises in a time of economic
collapse, lifetime health care of the best available denying it to
those they purport/pretend to represent while taking massive amounts
of money from those who profit hugely no longer suggesting but
dictating policy which we pay for with not only tax dollars but our
lives and souls . . . the entire incorporation as we know it is based
upon the 14th Amendment intended to keep free the slaves
by sophistry became the ability to enslave us . . . I could argue
either point of view.
I
remain angry that a teacher told me, “there are certain things I
cannot teach by your parents and politician's choice” before that
epiphany I had argued the side of selfishness.
I
am not the Messiah we are.
I
wish I knew how to write not just why. This being a witness to our
time never really worked for me while witnessing and/or carrying
those dying dead in my arms or dragging them out of harms way. A
flabby saggy clown I am and laughter is my best birth defect.
©
2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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