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Honouring Sanctity…

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And so, the mighty bend low before the Saint?

The misery of his meagre apparel, the antithesis of all they strive for.

And yet, is there not something of power in renunciation?

What is it that moves behind those placid eyes?

Something steely and beyond the merely material.

What secret whisperings are those ears privvy to?

What is it that needs not their trappings

And heeds not their vainglory?

 

This Middle Earth…

 

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The Ancient Greeks…

White-robed, leather-sandalled,

Studious yet peripatetic…

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.

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.

 

Born under punches?…

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Could the Norse ever let go of Thunder?

Given that quality leads in and quantity leads out…

Can Man relinquish sex as a value system?

Unike those spirited ‘barbarians’ of the extreme northern climes,

primitive faith has never clung to its Gods…

Primitive faith is sacrifice, pure and simple: a heiratic exchange.

Unfortunately, Modern man lacks both the finesse of mind and the depth of humour to apprecite the ‘Gesta Romanorum’ of presenting to the world this idea as a ‘God of the Cross’.

Such fearsome boldness sailed over the heads of the masses whose mentality saw only the gruesome suffering and had no real tongue for the inevitable triumph of light.

 But, what might this language of light look and sound like?

Well, it would be painless, certainly…

 

 

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.