The Master of Kenosis and Ignorance of It
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or skies indifferent as you weep or cry out in pain
In the autumns of the leaves we
Live unto the endif
a wild dreaming lion of Samson,
disenchanted.
Who is the only I who is all of the containing portion of the mass
of tangles in cobalt blue and russet earth at our feet.. in convictions of relief of debts we owe
never to refrain from it once more to divide
the apotheotic and blindness of darkness where the healing lives.
To the fabrics of intentions at lost.
beheld in the waking of the drowsing dog day
ever in August or
Is it proper?
For whom the tolling seemed to elide the past forward in
Thin outer light can traces of the night into
Dawning sunshine or dim presentiments of shoots that bring forth a doctations of insouciants to the Bridge of conquers who
have gone and died there and then.
For if we know all how is time that at last we do not recognize our self
except pluralized. to extraction distractions of childhood
ride the height of the plains of Senora.
Whirr is the man who will deliver us
shall live in love itself, Himself, to be the endif.
For he who is according for distraction side by fixed false humor with the man whom you behold Is
Liberality is plan or do we show our ignominious ignorance of the dilatant in his blinded passion of momentary unease or bliss or half living closeted within one room from which comewords painful for your endif.
Are you sure you have it thoroughly inflected in time, a legend in space, his own space, yours, will in the enfd dissolve one into non existence. andif
Now becoming, now in chains of egoistic blindness pervades and never peruses
Yours is the endifs' closing unless in turning see the lightning of Scilla.
Fear drives out love where anger rests unadorned with humanly factitious syllables not a word to yourself alone
in darkness
Though in the light one of you sees that you are indifferent to the massive luxury of loneliness. is all there is as the endif. but the offer yet stands against all your prostestations and you will bealone as you wish
There and then no one is able to dare it, the rattling of your cage alone you will remain until the endif
Will you not offer yourself up to the One who engendered your will? Doubtful is your stance.
That is your fear.
Read this way, you falter and fall within the corridors of your unbelief but you do not seas that do you in?
Indeed He will come again whence you know not and if
Circumferences rattiest cage you have constructed in your arrogance dissolved into darkness for mine as well will endif and finis itself
There is no longer hope once you have shut the door to the love hidden deep inside endif.
A nod if I being I am alone I am yet not
alone becomes if you engage it life unto light eternally blinding in the sun.
But for there go into the ark night not fearing but boldly accusatory relations. endif
nothing penetrates the vacuum of idolatry through the very words meanest for your salvation
Healing is on offer but
Yours in the impenetrable endif
Shoot in the end is to say endif
For your consciousness at play
in the danger
dark
Forgotten is the end if you knew, only knew, to rise up you would work assiduously.
Others are not concerning to your involved insatiable discomfort, a warning you do not heed.
All that penetrates is lost to you endif
For wild is the tree3 which bends to you in supplication but
you refuse
Too many millenia. gone astray without your notice, my brother if you would be
not alone in the endif
The call is subtle as the body in those thin places where you shy away from release endif
All in the order of good time, of His good time, where mothers drone for you who never honestly drove in thedarkest of nights to the end if you will not hear words but your own
the endif
For you
is never
coming
but is
here
none
the
less endif
Yet still nature with its leaves waving you in
comes at too great a price for
your pride of will kills sparks of luminosity you refuse
To see it
you think
too fearful, too other for your smallness in eternity's face.
Like gravity your own weight is pulling you in
No word of love reeaches into that darkness; it is too deep.
Like Buddha you then sit until you trust.
Turn, turn, turn and be healed in the endif
But who will inherit your likeness your imago then, friend?
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