You have had a hard life as brief as it has been thus far as too have I only mine has seen the graying of the years You have within you a spirit of acceptance and gentle compassion that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know You have within you a spirit of joy in the face of hardship that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know You have within you a spirit of loyalty and the value of a friend that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know You have within you a spirit of love and forgiveness that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
how in a time so brief have values so time tested found a heart so true
To love is to hold oneself vulnerable to the wound with abandon hope pursues it, in passion faith embraces it, and in surrender grace brings peace and becomes our advocate throughout, love sows understanding and grows closer through this covenant therefore, although it feigns destruction, be not rueful of the wound because the enemy of the wounded heart is the one proud and vanity its true prison love lay not supine nor can it be a thing beset or contained anymore than warrior prayers borne through death to storm the gates of Hades but only seized in cession and in the full measure of ITS time is known love can not be learned until known can not be gained until given and will only overcome in surrender
...from suffering comes compassion from compassion comes caring from caring comes understanding from understanding comes love from love comes peace from peace comes joy from joy comes contentment from contentment comes enlightenment from enlightenment comes knowledge from knowledge comes suffering...
From baleful ways A nihilistic carnal tyranny Blood cursed desire Steeped in bitter root Longing
Come, Taste my knowledge said the Serpent And I tended my wound Wondering desolate through schizoid mind fields Mortal; Felled in the darkened light of reason Vain is the asphyxia of despair Will I know it if this venom destroys me?
Pain Universal rite of wrong Reaper of self sown sorrow My joy is my sorrow? I am so foreign to myself! Alien in a defiled land A bleeding winter of bitterness Lingering within the arbitrary pathos Numb to wonder Somewhere between darkness and awe
What will be when I leave what I see?
Will I be—Me?
Behold From ANCIENT OF DAYS have souls roamed this earth And led lives of cause and consequence From everlasting beginning to the living end Ascends the helical architect Building temples from flesh From those that have been Are now And to be None; have ever been or ever will be quite like you All to be Determines all that is All then is now all now will then be
The eternal now
O ancient eternal breath Mystery of holy murmurs Breathe my name Ever knowing fingers caress my fugitive heart home
Home Stranger become known Home at last! My sorrow is all joy! My past never relevant My future forever reverent O my sanctuary
Pilgrim at the doorstep of eternity Just trying to get to tomorrow By the grace Of He who brings into existence All that exists
