Sunday, August 30, 2015

You know the river…

     “Nature, nurture, heaven and home…, [you’re] helpless by the river,” but…

…you’re no nascent neophyte grasping this glimmer.
You know the river you’ve trekked for…, now far,
far from home, deep within, knowing you’re close.
One more step and it’s yours. - (I await you there.)

I’ve been on its far shore long now, watching,
waiting and watching for those I’ve shown,
for those I’ve shown sands chirping underfoot,
now near, so near…, deep inside each one.

They know, or they’d not be here but for keening,
driven to know its deepest reality…, beyond flesh,
only found from within.    ◊ Now step with me…,
step with me nearer its shores across the universe.

“Nature, nurture, heaven and home,” we stand with her.
“Angel, angel, what have I done? - I’ve faced the quakes,
the wind, the fire.”
- I’ve conquered all things before.
“Why can’t I cross this river?” - Listen close now…, near.

This river, not from this backwater, traverses all things,
all things within and without, “dimly” beyond every galaxy.
Faster the closer you get, its light brighter & brighter.
“Pay no mind to […] battles you’ve won […with] rage & muscle.”

There’s more “here” than you’ve known before, just inside.
It’s been there all along…, only now you seek in earnest.
“The hands of the many must join as one, and together,
together we’ll cross the river.
[…] Nature, nurture,

heaven and home, sum of all and by them driven.”

Our only answer within, driven hard aport, knowing
we knew nowhere else we’d go, upon our first breath,
our first gasp of life…, no denying, even then.

I know you remember. - •selah•


This river, beyond blur down its linear toroid tongue,
velocity beyond velocity, unknowable without oars digging.
With great effort I finally found its center, speed blinding,
and I saw all things, my own insignificant, on its eternal crest,

far beyond just within, always hoped for…, finally found.+

--RK, 11:20pmEDST, 8/29/2015 ◊ 9:10pmEDST, 8/30/2015
     [This Adam understood, after first breath. - •selah• ]
      “Open your heart and hands my sons, or you’ll never make it o’er the river.”

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

I know what went wrong…

     So, what did we do so wrong? - Or did we/they?

Adam could tell us, be he’s not talking…, not today.
Dear Eve wanted what was good, but she didn’t realize.
Today we know but, way past…, it’s long too late,
far late to stop Lucifer’s deception Eve didn’t see.

Adam watched, knowing what he wanted in what waited,
what awaited his first bite, his moment of choosing,
choosing what he thought would be better than he had,
but was not…, though it’s not true he didn’t know.

Ah yes, he knew before Eve did, of lesser godhood,+
nothing as he thought it would turn out to be,
which could never have been, but he still knew unto
second sin of disobedience and loss of dominion.

Lucifer, the first sinner, delusional in desire of worship
and adoration beyond our Creator’s throne, and all others,
lifted himself up, though not beyond knees required.
In narcissism, he vaunted himself arrogantly against all,

all others, including our Creator, as a pot against its
potter Who could reduce him to powder, but would
not restart creation…, which He had already begun.
So Luc(ifer) in the Sky, with Diamonds, condemned himself.+

And today…, today, we know the truth of it.+
So we must understand its meaning in all this,
all this which was meant to be against us,+ all of us,
who inherited the law of sin and death from Adam+, always,

always working against us…, but for faith, deep,
which frees us in our knowledge of sin’s power,
in that faith is substance and evidence,+
substance of things hoped for, evidence, yes,

evidence of things not yet seen, unto fulfillment,
final fulfillment of our long hope unto eternity,
because we’ve always known our souls were not enough,
and couldn't be…, for our spirits each need birthing,+

unto each our final germination unto all things within,
yes, for all things beyond simple existence here,
here in this cesspool of Lucifer’s progeny of envy,
for he, hating our Creator’s sovereignty and throne who,

having been created himself…, could never have. - So we, then,
exalted above angels, will return adoration unto our Creator into eternity.

--RK, 10:18pmEDST, 8/17/2015
     “I know something about love.”+

Friday, August 14, 2015

Is anyone listening?

     “Gotta’ keep on keepin’ on…”

I’m not sure you can hear me,
but I’m here trying to tell you,
tryin’ to say you can’t hear me,
because I see no response, no reaction.

I guess I’ll have to move within again,
my always home, nowhere else found.
You not having found within, inside you,
I have to wonder why, why, why…?

Listen closely, because you need to.
In this intentionally ambiguous song, sincere,
I hope you’ll understand what’s meant, but
are you there only to applaud…, to applaud

my passing from your impatient response?
“I’m outta’ time,” for you to understand.
I’ve done my best, but your hate always denies,
even eagerly, all truth of what’s obvious.

Nothing more I can do for you, or your ilk.+

--RK, 10:40pmEDST, 8/14/2015
     “I’m outta’ time.”