Darkness turns not within

     In silence is great understanding of light+ within.
     Darkness knows no direction.+

The place you’ll be, post mortem, will be brief.
Don’t turn around…, not then…, never then.
No regrets, memory non sequitur, the past oblivion.
It’s okay, greater beckons far beyond then…, now.


Awaken & listen to the silence, closely…, keenly close,
for only it can tell what I cannot speak. - Open the door.

You’ll know what I mean, when you arrive,
there within, the “place” you’ve never seen,

until now, at death’s end, your time here, now.
You’ll know how to respond, so look up, from within.
Only then you’ll know within is all there ever was.
Never has there ever been anything else of relevance,

“there, then” or “where” all former things’re lost in oblivion.
Don’t fall with it into that which has no existence.
Darkness turns not at all, never toward the light,
nor toward truth, the only thing that ever matters,

ever mattered or ever will, from within, for it is not found,
never could be found in anything “out there,” never has.
So awaken not unto the world, but unto all else within,
the only “place” from which truth can be found unto…

…unto penultimate fulfillment of your search for it.
Remember silence must be heard…, for all else is nothing.





--RK, 10:30pmEDST, 10/3/2015
     No other door holds anything beyond its threshold.

Between the lines…, words without meaning just fade away.

     Today’s Eve has to listen to the silence that must be heard.
     I’ve tried so, so long to awaken you, but your slumber is too deep…
        “Silence must be heard…”
     It can tell you more than this ever could…

Yes, between your own lines, the ones you’ve never known,
yes, the ones you never knew existed at all…, there inside you.
Yes, between them, I found all things, all things that would
ever matter to me in my entire life, and always have. - •selah•

Your “silence must be heard,” or all is lost for you, yes,
this I know of my own time there, much spent listening keenly.
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Don’t worry, I’ve got your back, for I’ve been here long,
much longer than I’ll ever be able to tell anyone in this world.

It’s okay, it’s my eternal home, where silence must be heard,
where all things can be known, but not beyond its boundary,
not deep within where no one I’ve ever known has ventured.
Yes, silence must be heard, or all will ever be lost to you.

Don’t let yourself be lost in this world’s dark oblivion,
the same black oblivion they’ve cultivated in willing ignorance,
hating truth with envious vengeance all their lost lives when,
when all could have been so vastly different for them.

I’ve tried all my life to awaken them, but their slumber,
their slumber is only unto death, destruction hidden there,
hidden ever so quietly in personal oblivion, the same never known,
when all their hearts could have hoped for… was always within.

--RK, 11:42pmEDST, 9/30/2015
     Open the door within, or ever and always be utterly lost.
     It’s not like it was never there, this I’ve always known.+

For your edification

     For those who understand… and those who don’t. - •selah•+

--RK, 12:07amEDST, 9/24/2015

Tea time

     I see…, you think we’re different, but it’s the same tea we drink.

Yes…, I see…, you think you’re different. - Okay.
The only thing that made me “different” was that
I knew all truth was only found from within.
Who told you otherwise…, or spoke not of it?

It’s tea time…, sit down with me…, and listen.
As a nascent monk must not speak for a year,
so must you…, not. - There is treasure deep,
only if you understand that it is…, deep.

New I am not…, to all within…, but I made it mine.
Yes, eleven years old, I absolutely knew there
were deeper/higher levels of consciousness within,
and no one could detain me from its discovery.

What I’ve shared here, only the oblivious,
only those who sleep…, could not see,
but you, yes you…, you know what it’s about,
nothing less than within and all its treasure.

Tarry not in this world’s distractions…, for
within awaits you, your name engraved there.
It’s tea time, for we are not so different,
just that others have not sought the depths,

those same depths I know you could never,
never ignore, but knew others knew not of.
Now you know you’re not so different, for
we share the same tea…, while time nears end.

Beware the woman in red, for she will slay you, if you let her.+

--RK, 10:12pmEDST, 9/10/2015
     Change you cannot delay. - Otherwise utter destruction awaits. - •selah•

’Been here too long…

     “There must be somethin’ on your mind, somethin’ lost”
        for me to find…, settled in my chair before you now.

How could I be fakin’…, after all this time?
You never saw me. - But I see you now, in stark detail.
Lost and left behind…, do you know what I mean?
Blind in stark blackness you left behind then…,

how did you think I’d never see you…, here, now?
You fooled yourself…, misperceiving all things.
Please wake up, for now is your time…, your time,
yes…, your time to wake up. - Do you see…, now?

“Then she told me she had a gun…”
And she didn’t believe she’d miss me then.+
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I’d been driven under far too long…,
…way too long. - I’m on my way now…

I know what’s next, beyond the mushroom clouds.
Join me now…, drop the gun…, step beside me.
It doesn’t matter what’s been before, between,
since then, since you made me your target.

I’m no ones target, never have been,
just one pointing, always pointing the right way,
the right way I found oh so long ago now.
Follow me, but go within first. - For from there…,

from there you’ll find all things…, nothing less,
yes, all things beyond this place in desolation,
mankind in chaos of hate & war, detroying each other
and the very earth beneath their feet…, oblivious.

“[… She never] told me she had a gun…,” one her mother’d used.
I was unseeing before her…, tall, her eyes glazed over.
Found I was fighting demons, her own she’d succumbed to,
in rebellion, rejecting tender sorrows…, also her own.

Oblivion all she could cultivate, sown in deception,
in rebellion, her own, never mine nor ours…, hers.
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Sorry to have lost her, lost to her own exalted will,
against all, even the children she loved and cherished.

There was nothing I could do, though I loved her so…,
yes…, I loved her so, loved her so…, loved her so…,
all now so far away and lost behind, nothing gathered,
all lost between us, something she never gave,

though I gave all I had on tender shore of matrimony.
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In sorrow now, I regret I never saw her darkness,
the dark gun she could never use against anyone,
only herself, the target her mother always intended…

--RK, 12:15amEDST, 9/8/2015
     [Driven Under by Seether - Puer Reason Band (Post Grunge, Alternative Metal)]+

Goin’ down now…, goin’ down…

     Yes folks, they nailed it, no doubt, eh? - •nodding•

Don’t miss this one folks, not this one.+

--RK, 11:33pmEDST, 9/2/2015 - Thanks to Zepparella!!!
     [See also my Google+ posting about this here.]

Where none follow

From within…
     Ya’ had to be there “en psychedelia” to understand.

In darkness asleep…, I dream in light, quietly. - No one knows.
Dreams come and go, some stay and develop into minor epics,
something to figure out…, so I watch every moment…, closely.
Easy now, it wasn’t before…, controlling my dreams,

watching for any presence of nuance, another addressing me,
moments I watch even more keenly…, to catch their eyes.
I know then I’m not alone, another present…, though dormant.
Awake in my sleep…, my notebook’s ready to pen questions.

Questions always reviewed, relived before my eyes open,
I harvest deeper understanding of subconscious life,
life which appears only in dreams…, below awareness.
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Betimes I leave my body to travel the etheric…, again,
while it floats behind me…, in quiet…, dreamless rest.

Silence beyond my quiet I find there, ultimate peace,
in caress of serenity, my flying carpet, nothing noticed,
nothing in the universe noticing my passing…,
as I gather respite… and cherish my refreshing.

Join me, catch my eye briefly there, in square root,
square root of quiet, deep silence it can never know.
Can you see it, the brilliance far ahead…, the light,
the light we’ve always sought and awaited…, nearer?

My silent companion, I’ll know if you’re there. - •…shhh…•+

--RK, 9:40pmEDST, 9/1/2015
     Neither Jung nor Freud were in sight…, not there… or then. - •selah•+

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.
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“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•

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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.”

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.”+

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.”