Category Archives: Lyric

This Middle Earth…

 

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The Ancient Greeks…

White-robed, leather-sandalled,

Studious yet perapatetic…

They pursued a noble notion of religion.

Nature based, gratefully borrowed from the mysterious Egyptians

And equally graciously passed on to their eager followers…

But when the ‘Hoi Poloi’ got wind of God,

Fear entered the arena and religion,

in the Mediterranean, at least, never recovered.

Into the All…

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One, is All…

Two, the realisation that One is All…

Three, the balance of it…

Four, the establishment of it…

Five, its central essence…

Six takes sides against it…

Seven is its fulcrum…

Eight, its portal-gate…

¬†Nine, the step through that gate…

…Into the All.

Hot House Flowers…

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Can a ‘bad’ man turn ‘good’?

Or the sinner become a saint?

The annals of religious science are littered with such ‘miracles’.

Yet the capacity to fast and feast…

Seek solitude or egregore…

To abstain and fully participate…

Are common to us all.

That we choose to focus our intent upon one or the other

does not alter the fact that in a seasonal cycle

each and all, at one time, or another, are perfectly natural states.

 

The Human Soul…

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…No mere forest this, but a jungle!

Foolish to venture in alone.

Trackless…

One would be eaten alive.

Far safer to mount an expedition.

An advertisement should suffice…

‘Only the bravest adventurers need apply.’

What, no takers?

Non whatsoever…

In which case, alone, it’ll have to be,

It’s as well you’re the curious sort….

Masks of God…

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Profundity loves a mask.

Mystics of every hue have always known it.

There are acts of such magnitude that were they not concealed behind an acceptable veneer…

The world would split asunder and spew forth not fire and brimstone,

but caramel.

The perpetrators of such acts…

Those Spirits of Profundity sprout masks like water-cress.

Their actions are perpetually interpreted shallow…

As guard against the blinding light.