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Taste
5-29-13


I have tasted the highest form of consciousness
Defined as the Being that goes beyond the illusion of the duality
In that I wonder, O, can I know this again
Wherein today I take up again my ball point pen
Knowing to be delivered from the lion's den
Given the Spirit of the Comforter
That comes with a punch of Zen
Where I have tasted
That which cannot be put into words
Today I write...










Entelechy
5-24-13


By the beginning of another forty years
Magnolias bloom on my street corners
Where my Egypt soon is to extend
Into my promised land
Known only but what lies within
Where Being is the highest form of consciousness
Of what I would once know
Where our sorrow doth turn into bliss
Synonymous to the entelechy
In a new beginning of the next forty years
That by faith I embark upon
Even when I cannot see my way there....








Our Most Natural
5-24-13


Our land of Egypt is laid desolate
In that our sin is the most natural of these manifestations
These illusions, these shadows
Illustrations and types
That we can with eyes see plainly
As such words that flow from fountain pens
By my faith in favor where we are quite fortunate
In our land of Egypt
Being laid desolate
In hopes that such we need not build again....










A Kingdom Base
5-24-13


They shall be in that holy place as a kingdom base
Reconciled by God's love and grace
Where the city is laid desolate and laid waste
Where we hope to cease to make haste
In such prostration into a state more chaste
Bringing again the captives
In that such are redeemed
Where our glory will be beyond anything we could have dreamed....








Toper
5-24-13




I was as the toper of transcendence that travelled to and fro
From one pub to the other
As the toper true to myself with my every draft
Gazing out into the depth of seas
To view my fore and aft
Being the toper in trails quite trivial
Up next to what I would come to know or even see
Still the toper when it comes to the matters of what the Spirit has in store...








Home Base
5-24-13


The basest of all kingdoms doth not exalt himself again
Above that which can be but perceived by fleshly senses
In where we yet covet our optimum view of the southeast corner
Of our firmament
In that the basest of all forms of light
Yet are to flood through my orifices
That I still try to dig with pick and spade
Coming to realize that all debt is in full paid...








Baldric
5-24-13


Of my baldrics and bolts
I receive a newfangled aftertaste of bacon and cheese melts
Thankful to have shelter in the driving winds quite unseasonal
For such being so late in May
Of my baldrics and suspenders
We can say O, weal and woe worth the day
In that my pants are held up with all that here I have to say...