Translation Soul in Transition

8/14/2019 Translation Soul in Transition

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Soul caged in a bodyEvery now and then journeys awayTo source it goes, for renewal,When it does return

It leaves strains, imprints and mementos of its journey,Imprints of awareness that enlighten,Awareness mind assumes as its own discoveries,Then mind exults in its creative insight-

Maybe, mind in manIs capable of turning reality on its head,Maybe it is able to paint on blank screenOf consciousness,Maybe mind is predisposed by its creative nature to be inventive,

After all man is carved in the image of his Creator.

Yet, my soul is an adventurer, seeking.It escapes its body pod, every now and then,Journeying,Seeking enlightenment at source-

Soul, drivenBy compelling forcesOf densest emotions

Let loosed, is ejected,Forced forth to journeyThrough nether-regions

Beyond being-

Soul sinking into darkest clarityUnbound from body,

Ejected to further regions far beyond beingInto pristine darkness passing through narrow confinements;Out of being's constriction it is thrust forthTo source, where pure reason is awareness

Revealed in things hitherto too obviousTo be seen by uninitiated mind-

Source is where emotions deepest moods, condensed,Congeal indicatively, revealing,Purest states of perfectly formed emotional statesFinding expression,Condensed, dripping.This is where raw emotions are refinedThrough fine strainer,

Filtered, distilled and bleached till free of impurities,There emerges beyond being's mood

In a place devoid of physical presence,In reflective domain of almost spiritual,Something new, a revelation that is knowledge;

Purity is a revelation enabled at source-


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IIIRelease is a tearing away from body case, easeEase of(f) assumed states failing to sustainAs discordant rhythm of life that is disrepair, despair,

Gains ascendancy.In slippage between changing states of normalcy,Abnormality assumes a presence most disconcerting,As harmonious co-existence of beings inner states,Is perturbed and shifted out of harmonious planesOf mutual co-existence-

Unease unseats seat of reason,Violently shaking off restraint, letting loose,

A prolonged violent upheaval rocks emotions fragile ease,Till loosened from its foundations,

Shaken, twirled and tossed on raging emotion's storms,Emotions raging upheaval separates constitutes of being;Mind, psyche, soul and spirit are raised,Woken from subconscious's bed of harmonious co-existence,

In an instant, given conscious expression,On waves of storms raging within,

Encased in casings splitting at seamSplit apart, separated-

Soul in free fall,Loosing self in descending blackness,

Shot through portals of being,Cast froth as though spewed through these narrow confinements,Of places that have become restrictive,These narrow corridorsThrough which soul in flight seeks exit,Seeking escape beyond body and beingTo redefine reality in clarity afforded thither, beyond,Of non-obstructive neutrality of expanding darknessStripping in its absorption undesired glare of non-sustenance, turbidity-

Even were soul, psyche and mind one and same,

What difference would it make?If mind, psyche and soul were different would it make any difference?If diversity in unity enables harmony of being,Are these variations on a common theme,In their individual expression of being relevance relevant?Does it make any difference reason underlies insanity?That only the situational insane thirst for knowledge beyond the pale?When norm of normality is fast failing, fading,When obscurity (predominant) in commonality obfuscates reason,

Reason that is fast losing its relevance in its unreasonableness,Does it make any difference at allThat genius is mainly insanityOf that will that in striving, thrives against questionable norm


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Defined in reasoning of prevailing dominant?-

I know for certainty in my uncertainty that my soul journeys,A separation occurs, has occurredThat has fragmented the being

Into shards of conflicting parts,A part of me journeys beyond,Beyond boundaries of normalcy,Through reasons narrow portals,Soul in retreat to source, journeysSearching for renewal beyond,

In nether regions-

Soul for a time outside time sojourns,Traveling through nether regions

Regions of pristine darkness,

Towards source.To headwaters of knowledge, in formation-

Untainted purity of pristine darkness,These nether regions that soul traverses,Unrestrained and un-distracted,

As it heads towards far removed highlands of knowledge-

Night-less skies,Stark in its impressively imposing silence,To source where fine trickle

Of refined wisdom rain in fine diffusion,Water crystals caught in cold clasp of pure airStreaming down these cold channelsShowers of mountain dew,

Rarefied air of imposing highlands-

Cold, cold, airOf far away places,

Places so far from normal,Places so wild in their absolute isolation,Their purity in their separation is definitive,

Beauty that is frightening in its isolated purityFar removed from non-sustaining mundane,A calm coldness of re-assuranceThat is impressively sober in its becalming effectThese headwaters at journeys end

Downside of weeping soul-

A single isolated soul,Wandering far from known territories,

Lost to self, absolvedAbsorbed in a mission undefined, yet purposeful,Uncaring of all else,Traveling to places so distant from known territories,


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Reality dissolves into imaginary tales siftedFrom ashes of prior states dissolving,Reality dissolving into imaginary statesEven as imagination's firmer grip overcomesFormer imposed restraints irrelevant of soul unbounded-

Absolution of soulIn states of dissolving normality beyond being,Self of soul in gentle transitionThrough outer space of unimaginable wonder,

Immersed in fine showers of replenishing dewPurity of cascading dropletsOf condensed liquid made pure,

Fine drops of showers, cleansing,When soul in accessing its depths

Journeys beyond being-

A river roils within,Through these ancient -outer spacesCutting a path through,

Far into highlands where few ever reach,Frozen mass of purified mass, drippingFar in those highlands,Drops of refined sorrow,Perfectly shaped pearls,Smooth as though inner pain,Gratingly rubbing soul sore

Had polished these tear dropsOf pearly shapes-

Pain is severe master craftsmanOf downside of dense emotions

Patiently grinding its perfect objects, unrelenting,Toiling to release exquisitely formed droplets;These droplets falling from great heights,

From deep within, coalescing,Into clear pools,Beneath these highlands,

At source-

These running streams of sorrowRefined in turbulent workshopOf emotions gone berserk;

Delicately formed perfections of fragile beautyPerfected by rough hands grinding-

Sorrows handiwork are perfectly cut channelsThrough which sadness flows,

In perfect purity-

My soul journeys


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Through quiet placesOf pristine night,

Darkest night,A black diamond of un-tainted purity-

IVSoul cast forth,Through narrow corridors constricting,Spewed forth;Through these suffocatingly pale passage waysUn-sustaining in their impositionsOn soul grounded in freewill;Soul journeyingTo find rebirth at source of knowledge,Seeking understanding beyond self-

VReason is meaningless beyond being,Soul cannot understand forces

Propelling it beyond being.Set on ancient path, it goes forth,Trust ever further from being;

Disharmony has shredded thin threadThat holds being's parts together,Torn from its harmonious co-existence,Soul can no longer fit in being, thus

Lone soul journeys,

Belonging is irrelevant to soul self isolated,ImmolatedBeing as it were beyond self-

Diffracted being,Perfectly split,Separated at natural cleavages,

Parts entities onto themselves,Together defining whole; being,

Incorporation that redefines existence,At one planar level,

At other plenary levels of discordant existence,One not taking cue from other,Each redefines meaning at own level-

VIThese waterfalls of never ending pain, pouring,Over well worn rim,Misery pours,

Down through dense heavy emptinessOf densest air lacking substance,Then, sparkling purityOf pain tinkle trickling so sharp in its clarity-


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Tiny fragments of droplets,Finely grounded in life's crucible of ire,Sorrows bowl upturned,Outpouring of ancient lava,Guarded emotion's composing elements

Passed through fine strains of millions of fine points,Of life's sharpest points,These needle points nettling-

These strains of finest torments,Deeply embedded in psyche's inner recesses,Accumulated tiny drops,Slowly filling up,Till these little drops of sorrow,Clearest sorrow liquidly in their crystalline purityCollide and collate into streaming profusion outpouring

From forgotten depths rising,Brimming to top from without;At these lonely heights,Buried deep within my soul,I am drowning-

Welling upwell well of dewy pains,Inflictions unchecked,Pain experienced, pain postponed,Disappointments stowed away,Dark cabinets leaking,

Denuded sensations overexposedTo these finer points of emotions wrath,

Afflictions denied,Elements deciphered in aftermath of fading experience, colliding,Frozen droplets of purity,These finely refined points of clarity aggregating, expressively,Till these icicles of stored grievances,Work havoc on these finer, tender sensibilities of flailing senses-

Melting lava outpouring,Eruption of stored fury unleashed

Emotional outburst iconoclastic-

Emotions dam done burstIn fiery fury of momentous upheaval, meltdownShards of stored grievances torn with mighty blast

From icicles melting off icebergs,When being's inner barriers are breached

By ancient accumulations,Reason flees, is fledTemperance is an assumption failedWhen reality unhinged parts-

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"Too long have I livedAmong those who hate peace;I am a man of peace,But when I speak, they are for war."(Psalm 120:6-7)-

VIIIElements of emotion,Collide and collate,Colligating into running streams of refined sorrow,Tears streaming down my face.

Buried deep within my soul,Welling well of pain

Dripping with increasing torrents into my present-

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"This old building,Keeps sinking,My soul

Is got to move"(Lashuna Pace -There is a leak in this old building - Atlanta born gospel singer).

XThere are those who are firmly grounded to the laws of man,

I am affiliated to the laws of the universe,Finding expression within and beyond the being,My reality is a part of a whole beyond my reality,

Soul is a but a sub atomic element circling a black hole,In slipping through slipping edgeOf physical impossibility,My reality emerges,

A process beyond senses sensibilities;Existence at another planar level,A beginning from beyond definable-

XISome break through barriers

Barriers mounted of mundane normality

On an adrenaline rush.I cruise into renewing zones on wings of soul in flight,On mind unhinged, soul set free, gliding, to source,Soul let loose in reaction to reality and for a reason and reasons,Seeking meaning out of undefinable,

Discovery is that hidden in sight of all, revealed to those chosen;In a flash of revelation,A light flicking amidst dim ignorance-

Creativity is divine inspiration,Exculpation of failure manifest in present,A self-redemption from beyond self,Enabling act coming forth,


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Borne on wings of awarenessBy soul has journeyed beyondBearing knowledge on wings of discoveryFrom source-

From seat of divine ordination, Inspiration descends,From compassionate source of all knowing comes awarenessDripping to poolBeneath highlands of knowledgeWhere source finds expression,

Restoration in restart is breathed upon soul of beingProjected to be mirrored among fleshly-

XIIThese chilly waters reviving,

Rippling through well worn paths ethereal,Pure.Long before they became rapid torrentsGarnering myriad streams adjoining,Muddied by emotions driving force pouring forth,These cold waters from majestic headlands,Salvaging, saving, salves on soul,Soul hitherto weighed down in its long wandering,

Finds succor at source,Uplifted, refreshed, vigorous, vitalized,Soul in dark places of purity undefined

Braces self,Against biting cold of purityLetting forth a mighty howl,Even as it wades into ancient chilly headwaters-

There is a place for flailing downtrodden,Through these quiet, dark corridors,Through well defined paths of wide vistas,

A place where few dare treadFewer still know of such beautiful and fulfilling destination,Far removed places in isolated wonderland of less trodden paths,

Such a place, only saddest of soul dares venture-

Having found itSuch is purity therein,Soul can only briefly savor that ethereal journey,

Lest it be seduced to refuse return to bring renewal,These places not defined in sense terms,

Places of purest wilderness,Arrest soul;Paucity of journeying soul-

Revelatory moments briefly experienced,Barely acknowledged ,


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Eternally inscribed in soul's margin,Lingering in its effect,Changing course of being-

This place,

Whence this soul descends in ascension,Rising in its stubborn isolated departure,Fleeing,Cast forth from emptying shell of being

Away from noisome pestilence of non-sustaining realityOn a journey of self discovery,

Inadvertently embarked upon-

Further from selfSuch souls journey,

Further away they distance themselves from being,

Till set so far apart,In vast plenitudesOf quietness vast,These plenary silence,Way ahead is on and thither to source,Where they must go,These souls-

XIIIMy inspiration takes its source from dark wells of sorrow, welling,Where sadness is ancient accumulation of steady growth,

Lichens of emotions turbidity in steady growth,A pervasive carpet of ancient growth,Firmly rooted, well watered,Frighteningly beautiful in their sad appeal,In these highlands of wildest isolationBy self-

When emotions storms are unloosed,Consoling mind flees inwards in search of soul;Yet it is soul that journeys,To ancient source of headwaters

Entrepot of sorrow, sadness and pain refined,Where renewal of self calls forth reawakening-

Psyche battered, bruised in turbid upwellOf being's emotional fiendish uproarSeeks succor beyond self -

Before soul discovered ancient pathways,I sought solace from common pool of ignorance,Amidst unwholesome pernicious impositions of normality;Listless madness parading down these corridors of self-destruction,These frenetic aggregations of egregious errors, accumulating,Misconception of wrong misconceived as norm, acceptable,


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In these dried pools, in a desert of ignorance,Dry places that fail to provide assuaging waters,That slack these parched throats, wailing,

Amidst bitter spite spitting out vituperations of cacophonous angst,My ravished soul sought resolution and was sorely ravished-

My embittered soul fell into these bitter watersOf social failure manifesting,Grand deception of normality,Shredded on these rough social strainers,Till exhausted, restless in futility,

In unrelenting heat of fumes of madness,Soul fled,Seeking escape-

Solace is a bursting forth from restrictive social restraint,

Out of this social miasma,Into chilling night of unstained purity,Where soul freed, draws a breath, inhaling-

XIVSoul in retreat,Seeking self beyond being,Straddling portals of time,

Poised upon inter dimensional gateways,As though one of those prophets of oldPerched atop craggy mountain tops in timeless deserts;

Sinai's purified heights,Seeing into purity of angelic hosts,

Receiving answers to questions,Their minds cannot formulate,Much more provide answers to-

XV"My soul finds rest in God alone,My salvation comes from Him,

He alone is my rock and my salvation,He is my fortress,

I shall never be shaken."(Psalm 62:1-2)-

"Find rest, O my soul in Jehovah alone;My hope comes from Him,

He alone is my rock and my salvation,He is my fortress,I shall not be shaken.My salvation and my honor depend on Yahweh,

He is my mighty rock, my refuge.Trust in Him at all times, O people,

Pour out your hearts to Him,For God is our refuge.


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Psalm 62:5-8)-

XVIMy soul bursts forth from narrow confinements,Of severe impositions that drain without replenishing,

Seeking escape to nourishment of purity sustainingThat does not defile,Seeking escape from ruinous constrictions;That narrow existence,Of pale restrictive rules that have all but lost their meaning

In these social miasma of polluted darkness and repressions reprehensible,Impositions of unlimited agony-

Soul in flight is a flash of joy,Lighting a path through primordial darknessAs it bursts forth through narrow confinements

That no longer can hold back buoyancy bursting forthSoul is for once set free to inhale,To take in pure pristine purity of sustenance

In ancient places unsullied by dismal momentary-

Through these fields of primordial joy,To consoling headwaters,Where creativity is restorative crystalline pearly drops of

Perfectly formed beauty dripping,Big pearly drops from great heights do drop, dripping,Renewal is in these gems of knowledge filling my soul,

This part of receptive whole long denied of its nourishment-

XVIIWhen external impositions,Uninvited, imposed their fierce presence,Of unrelenting impositions upon my soul,Without consideration for soul's desire,When inner harmony is rippled,

Distorted and broken at its foundations,Then, is my soul expelled,Set free from sarcophagus of crumbling flesh-

Long caught in funereal cavorting,Of social slip stream, time passing by,Where passing dead and dying are self denied,To assume existence in denigrating dissolutionOf collective decay, dissolving,

In these miasmic puddle of putrefactionOf fleshly existence;Self denying ignorance-

My soul, for once, forces escape,From depths of emotional demiseFrom dredged dregs of emotions in disarray,


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When emotion driven mind stateIs contused beyond recognition.When despair, sorrow, anger and numbnessWrap mind in foil,

And restrained mind is no longer able to sustain being,

As though by one final effort at self redemption,Even as being is losing its identityIn swelling sweltering mess,Of collective pigsty of drowning filth, overwhelming,Soul heaves itself in one monumental outburstof subdued effort,

Ejecting itself from corpus decadence-

Soul's journey is not akin to sensory defined experience,It is a venture undertaken beyond senses, capabilities,Beyond senses narrow confinements of reality,

Propelled by forces beyond "reason";Reason itself being a constrictionDefined by deceptive reality,Imposed upon self by decaying statesOn failing existence-

Through seemingly infinite pristine darkness,Towards surreal highlands of headwaters,Where soul's source derive

A melting pool, gathering,A liquid crystalline deposit of refined purity,

Spiritually reviving, mind renewing, soul uplifting.These streams of clarity flowing,Till they become mighty waters

Poised at reality's rim,Cascading over rim-

Waterfall of creativity unleashed, loosened,Taking its source from far places,Where purity is distilledOf that purer state of refined emotions,

Edge of reason,

Where pearly drops, drop, a drop at a time, dripping-

XVIIIAwareness is a later realization,An awakening far into soul's journeyOf soul coming into self awareness,Suddenly jolted by exquisite distinctiveness,

By which awareness impresses itself upon self.Perception is sensual,Awareness is realization in self discovery,Away from numbing pollutionOf dimming overcast of decayThat soul seeing through being's flesh experiences


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In prior states of existence-

XIX"As for man,

His days are like grass,

He flourishes like a flower of the field;The wind blows over it and it is gone,

And its place remembers it no more"(Psalm 103:15-16)-

In that brief period of fleshly existence,Soul that is not propelled by driving

Forces of perturbed mind blown by raging winds of despair,To seek escape from decadent simmering oppression,That accumulating angst, of

Filth, of simmering social pigsty

May not find clear paths to that pristine darkness,That traverses through nether regions,Wherein journeying soul must traverse to source-

Soul's journey is hardly planned, contrived or self directed,It is a setting forth occasioned on collapsing edgeOf emotion's cataclysmic tipping off,When aggregation of roiling emotional turmoil,

Building up in tottering psyche;Psyche long exposed to vagrant vagaries of beings existence,Unable to contain and adjust to that un-sustainable, unstable,

Decadent fleshly state,Where feeble minds cavort wildly and fiercely,Or worse still, live oppressive lives of frustration

In narrow configurations of oppressed states,That attenuate expressive nature of human existence, creativity-

Soul's redemption for self salvation,Lies far beyond things normal,For that which is normal in decadent social miasmaOf contrived human existence is nothing

But waning tepidness of crystalline pearls dissolved

Brought amidst sweltering masses by soul's inspired, revivedIn cold reviving waters at source,Brought to huddled masses by soul's in flight,On a journey back into fleshes domain from source-

Pleasant darkness of nether regions so pure,It is beyond conceptualization by senses weakened sensitivity;Configurations of light and darkness,Of purity and filth,Of evil and good,Of beautiful and ugly,Of peace or lack thereof,

It is merely a platform


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Upon which soulIs enabled a placeTo discern

In a purer state without distraction-

Awareness is a sudden realization,Of complexly composed unfolding,Yielding layer upon layer of intertwined elementsComposing each pearl of knowledge,Thus, journeying soul is ushered

Into darkness that is pure-

For a brief period, beyond time,Soul; that non-physical elementOf human essence is enabled a pureSetting

For instinctive appreciation,A simple analytic comprehension,Seeing into things so obvious,They are lost on non-attentive masses middling, inSeemingly mindlessly tasks so routine they be numb-

Searching minds, who seek to,See beyond paleSeek to see

And in seeing, to understand-

XXProphet standing upon craggy mountaintop,Seeing into purity of angelic hosts,

Prophesying messages of doom and destruction to stubbornly unheeding-

"Flee from Babylon,Run for your lives!Do not be destroyed because of her sins"(Jeremiah 51:6)-

Hear Ye

"Babylon will be a heap of ruins,A haunt of jackals,An object of horror and scorn,A place where no-one lives.Her people all roar like young lions,They growl like lion cubs,

But while they are aroused,I will set out a feast for themAnd make them drunkSo that they will shout with laughter,Then sleep for ever and not awake."

Declares the LORD.(Jeremiah 51:37-40)-


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In this age of knowledge,A thinker of the age remarks;"The spirit of the age,

Is a predator that starves the soul of truth,

While it feeds the imagination with lies."Proclaiming with grand flourish, incontestable truthReminiscent of those grand prophets of yore-

The Children of this age"Were like a people without a conscience,Who turn paradise into hell."

Noting with perilous despair,"Fear, distrust and rage, ran like

Electric currents through society, andEvery time someone blows a fuse, all are jolted."

Ha!-

Prophesying an urgent message of self redemption,To souls in collective stagnation,Stifled soul's long denied regeneration,

Held in fiery iron grips of stultifying pigstyOf collective failure;Smoldering social cauldron of fleshly nature decomposing;

A festering cauldron of ignorance bubbling-

Souls entrapped in Babylon heed ye not the messenger?

"Babylon was a gold cup in the Lord's hand;She made the whole world drunk.The nation's drank her wine;Therefore they have now gone mad.

Babylon will suddenly fall and be broken,Wail over her!Get balm for pain;

Perhaps she can be healed.""We would have healed Babylon,

But she cannot be healed;Let us leave her and each go to his own land,

For her judgment reaches to the skies,It rises as high as the clouds."(Jeremiah 51:6-9)-

XXIMy soul does not seek for a paradise,

Away from this assumed hell,Journeying through nether-regions,Heading towards source of knowledge purified,As soul journeys through soul defined territories,Paradoxically, is a transitional journey through realmsBordering on profound spiritual experience;An awakening to self-


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XXIIMuch as mind has no place

In this quest of soul to redeem self,So is spirit of man quiet

In tumultuous affairs of soul disturbed.Gentle spirit, it would seem,

Is a non-participating recorderof events transpiring-

Mind is the wild card,Crafty, manipulative, creative and

Indecipherable in many ways.Mind is an interpreter of facts,

Actively manipulating data,Generating images based on its assumptions

Of what it receives, from its own activitiesFrom everything that together determines man.Soul is a sure anchor

Between active mind and quietly observing spirit,Shaken from its rest, it seeks redefinition of reality,

From new standpoints-

XXIIIIt would seem, man's spirit is unchanging in its purpose,Its end activity is predetermined from very beginning,To observe being and keep a record of its activities.

Soul is reason's seat,That non-physical entity clearly definedWithin being, yet intangible.

Non such is mind,Mind is where will of flesh

Like a flourishing flowerFinds expressive definition,When soul has set up a foundation of meaning,Thus the ancients did say;"God speaks to our hearts,

And tries to work through us in the world"-

Soul tells truth deep into our hearts,Irrespective of our desires and choices thereby aroused,Spirit all this while is quiet, observing,Soul is animated is its subdued calm,Twirled by emotions motion surgingConstantly re-adjusting mind's rectitude-

Soul responds to imbalances in restless mind,Mind, that unless it is tied down by reason,

Held in check,Refused freewill to over-exaggerateIn its wild slalom of enthusiastic creativity,


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Easily gets out of hand-

Such a soul;,May such there be,Were it not to every now and then,

To break bounds of close affiliation to mindIn search of refreshing knowledge,To update mind's data bankWould soon become an agglomeration ofUndefined emotions, decaying,

Incapable of bringing renewal when most desiredTo mind, that free spirit of being,Otherwise bogged down in rut of routine,Straining at its leash seeking revival in new things

Hitherto un-accessed-

Soul is sojournerGoing forth

Beyond known pathsTo bring succor to agitated mind

Bringing with it,New knowledge that revitalizes-

XXIVEmotions are minds expressive responseTo triggering influences accruing on beings interaction,Mind is collator central in responsive definition

Of fleshly existence.Spirit records and conveys beings acts,Soul is mediator between mind and spirit realms,Mind mediates between hungering flesh and palliating conscienceModerating conscience itself defined by soulOn quest to update conscience's moral rule-

Soul skirting outer edges of spirit realmsSeeking knowledge that it bringsTo being's mind to mediate choice of freewill

Knowledge resourced at distant headwaters at source

Where knowledge is a distillation of purity,Refined and dripping in pearly drops,Into crystalline pool, purity-

XXVDisturbed heart within beingSets in motion vibrationsThat rouse soul,Momentarily dislodged ,Tumbling from a position of pleasant awarenessSoul disturbed casts about wildly in its subdued confinement

For stability in reason,Finding none,


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Its base unceremoniously removedIt falls,Cast forth,Through narrow corridors,Soul flees, pushed, self propelled

Towards nether-regionsBeyond, wherein is knowledge, yet undefined-

Comfort for peaked soul no longer comes from being;Beyond being it resides,Far from known territories to be sought and foundWhen driving emotions that dislodge soul

Push flailing soul to seekBeyond self-

Troubled heart that seeks solace

In seeming rationalization at mind state of being.Turning to spirit finds spirit is but a recorder,Observing beings freewill of choiceWithout enforcing choice preferences,

It teaches what it is assigned to bring to awarenessLeaving being to its choices.Soul does not seek solace as an end

But desires resolution to instabilitiesBringing to mind from yonder; meaning,New meaning;Sourcing for relief from beyond being,

Thus is soul disturbed a soul on a mission-

XXVIThus, it was at that time,When true love's foundations were shaken,

Failing frame of weak emotion shredded at base,Scattered in a moment as stormy emotion fulminates,When roots of salvation were severely shaken,

Borne was reason in mangling,Turbulent winds of ravaging change,Shaking violently foundations long weakened,

Till seeds of life's essence,Set loose from broken commodesWere cast into swirling winds of ravishing wickednessSeductive temptation imbibed that eats destructively from within

Fed from without-

Coloquintida savor, ofBitter herbsThese dregs of spiritual idolatrySprinkled liberally upon steamy flesh

In one sudden un-mediated wash of terrorMaddening onrush of burbling instabilitySet loose within being


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Disrupting soul's peace,Separating it from that inner harmonic blend-

When spirit is burdened with images,Which mind in blinding fury projects without restraint

Onto inner wall of being's temple,Images scrawled with verminous rageTill mind's eye is polluted.

Pollution painted on wallsWalls of this temple of living God on earth;Scrawled with vile images, tormenting,When deception rules mind,

Idols adorn temple walls,Soul wailing under portentous assault,Wilting yet not vanquishedMarks time and makes a move-

Sadness of some temporary setbackWhen disappointment colligates

As dark storms over emotion's state,In reflexive despair yet unfolding,Rocked, seat of reason is momentarily shakenIn this autumn's raging fury, andDescending cold bites to being's core-

XXVIISoul!

Sink like a rock into miry mud,Mud bath clinging, of,

Every offense that upsets delicate balanceBreathless in filthAs though under pounding attack,Feel lost, polluted, denied,Then,

Refuse to be overcomed-

Light that shatters frail falsity of infrangible darkness,In a sudden flash ,

As lightning flashing in fury flashing through soulUnleashes in its flight,Away from fleshes easy delight,That in its temporary relief

Bears in its aftermathProlonged sorrow and painUnmitigated-

When burdened soul,No longer can bear overwhelming burdenOf evoked dense emotions in piqued flesh,Suddenly, it is cast forth,

Pressed through narrowing corridors confining,


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Slippery between crushing walls,Wailing in darkness,

Propelled in unrelenting flight,To redefine meaning at distant headwaters, beyond

Far in nether-regions,

Where sanctity of replenishing pools of knowledge coalescingRevive weary soul-

XXVIIIThrough pristine nether regionsSet at outer rims of spirit world,Thus soul in flight hurries,

Distraction removedIn subdued brilliance of purest darknessThrough terrains where distractions comes not in awareness,

But attainment is fulfilled at journey's end,

At ancient headwaters,Where knowledge refined accretes-

Lightning flashes through pristine darkness,Through un-hindering darkness,To dip itself in cold, pure watersOf refined sorrow,

Buoyed on awareness enabled,Assuaged of sorrow,Clarity forms as bits of pure thought laced together

In chains of brilliance set upon soul

As an ornament of victory-

Enlightenment that renewsIs carried before roiling gushing streams,Bobbing towards waterfalls-

XXIX"Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublimeOf something far more deeply inter-fused,Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;A motion and a spirit, that impelsAll thinking things, all objects of all thought,And rolls through all things. Therefore am I stillA lover of the meadows and the woods,And mountains; and of all that we beholdFrom this green earth; of all the mighty worldOf eye, and ear, - both what they half create,

In nature and the language of the sense,The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soulOf all my moral being,

Nor perchance"


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(William Wordsworth - quote from lines 95-112 of Lines written a few miles above TinternAbbey)-

XXXSoul in bondage

In a vessel contaminated,Weighed down by false visionsOf a reality turned on its head,

Is a deadweight unresponsiveTo pressing needs to re-orient,To enable sustenance to mind

Decaying in its fleshly home-

Incongruence is a state arisingFrom incoherenceOccasioning interaction

That disrupts soul's harmonious co-existenceWith mind and spirit-

Incensing rising turmoil,Of self-doubtWhen striking

For clarification is a subfusc coveringAccentuating miserable darkness of despair, mounting,In frenzied outbursts of fading relevance-

Amidst impounding

Confabulation of reasoning out meaningEven as boundaries of reason failAnd mind collapses on itselfThrowing soul in disarray-

Such a soul exists under an assumption of false reality,Incapable of self-generation at knowledges source,Bringing back renewal in its wake,It cannot usher in ,On waters of renewalThrough cleansing,

A force revitalizing-

It imposes slow denigration upon beingThrough self-denial that makes corruption of decadence,Gain strength and wear out being,Spirit in such a being suffers prolonged torment-

XXXI"Is this the city that was calledThe perfection of beauty,the joy of the whole earth?"(Lamentations 2:15b.)-


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XXXIIMy soul journeys,

Driven towards far removed ancient headwaters,To source of knowledgeTo purify self at gathering pools,

It goes to find renewal in that which is refined;Crystalline pools of distilled knowledgeThat replenishes wisdom's store

And awakens creativityIn things so ancient and yet so new-

In this falling dewOf knowledge's pearls in formation

Falling from great heights,Soul is unburdened again

As it's old hold lets go as though dams

Of old soul's lock are unloosened,Renewal trickling in delicately formed pearlsOf knowledge, filling-

In swarming pool that fills ancient channelsBringing forth renewal,Restoration is re-birthed,Cleansing away filth that pollutes venerable templeOf flesh,

In pools of distilled purity gatheredGathering in dripping drops at foot

Of headwaters, where source comes into being-

XXXIIIHerculean soul,Set to task,

Augeas's stable is your sarcophagus;This body you indwellThrough pristine darkness of places lessTrodden, physically non definableStates of being physically non-conceivableSoul goes

To seek knowledgeThat breaks apart imposing doors of ignoranceBringing in its wake restoration;Dawning of a new day of awarenessIn renewal that is being unconsciously anticipatedBy disharmonious separatesWaiting arrival of a thing brightThat lifts arduous imposition of intolerant ignoranceSet afloat on these waters of mighty surge

In that other state from which you were castforth-

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Dying spreading contaminant plague to inevitably dead,Even as impurity of conflating miasma of bubbling social cauldronBlends a perfect mix of mortality-

Waterfalls tumbling,

Cascading joy of renewal,Breaching old dams of human impositionsBringing in things new, renewing-

Prophecies fulfilled,New states of being ushered in on mighty flow,As revived collective breaths,Filling new cells of mind rebornWith awareness refreshing -

XXXVI

"The Lord, JHVHHas vindicated us,Come, let us tell in Zion,What the Lord our God has done."

Thus is soul that having rediscoveredRelevance at source,By clear pools,Wading in these waters,

At rarified heights of ascentIn descent of soul

Spun out to journey furthest from "reality"Discovers a thing beautiful,That it returns to give-

XXXVIIBabylonic social degenerative state,Facade of false pride, crumbling,Not yielding without a fight.Decadence of failing state held together by rot.In futility, it raises its red rotting banners,Moth eaten gory glory, jaded,

Faded flagsRemnants of past desecration that consumes-

Ancient monstrosity, tottering,To its last stance before overtaking tumbling waters,Of change unleashed far away

From far removed nether regions,Through which soul had sojourned

A thing bright comes-

Barricades of rotten iron,Timber turning to dust,

A white cloud, this filmy dust,


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Of deceptive mystery;A film of deception;Haze over ancient carrion hunters sight, deluding-

Look at these old captains of forgotten wars,

Caught firmly in their deception,Vicious destroyers,They kept dead together with dying

Deliberately lingering over deathTill overwhelming putrefaction is all encompassing-

These old heroes, withHonor long dissipated,Adorning their old battle dresses,Dabbing upon shrunken cheeks red war paints,That no matter how well lacquered,

Cannot hide shrunken sunken cheeks-

Jezebel's ruinous army,Is about to fallBefore oncoming tumbling watersGushing forth over waiting rim-

At crest of cleansing waters most pure,To rim of waterfall

At edgeWhither mighty water

Pauses momentarily in its sweeping mightDescending in whitewash of gushing waters cleansing,Evanescing spiritual filth, swept away,From temple of fleshly being-

"You who live by many waters,And are rich in treasures,Your end has come,The time for you to be cut off.The Lord Almighty,

Has sworn by Himself,

I will surely fill you with men,As with a swarm of locusts,And they will shoutIn triumph over you"-

"He made the earth by His power;He founded the world by His wisdomAnd stretched out the heavens byHis understanding.When He thunders, the waters in the heavens roar;

He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth.He sends lightning with the rainAnd brings out the wind from His storehouses."


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I know better than to believeIn false assumption of coincidence unfounded-

XXXXO, thou ancient holy man,

Standing upon craggy high mountainOf deserted deserts,

Desolate landscapes of frightening beauty,Peering through purity of holiness,Receiving prophetic utterancesOf destructive renewal;

Redemption of soulEven as being is consumed,Art thou like my soul?-

This soul of mine,

Like lightning flashingThrough pristine darkness of

Places infrequently trod,Through these far removed places,

It journeys,In unfolding darkness of understandingBeing revealed-

Pure soul-scapes,Where distractions incumbent on flesh,

Fall away like old cloth discarded,

Visual distortions removedIn deciphering absence of sensual perception,Devoid of disruptive conflicting images,Snares sliced off in an instant of revelations,

Here in this pure state,Discernment finally comes-

Exquisite delicacies of unimaginable beauty, captivatingAppreciation of knowledge in grand revelations,Who as it were, put together this,This complex rarity unfolding

When the clink of knowledge's keyOpens rusty portals of understandingAnd insight is enabledIn wonderful settingsAs resolute soul is renewed?-

Soul on journey of discovery,In recoveryComing from ancient source,

As it were a rod of lightning, flashing,Fierce, brilliant flashes of profound insight,Creativity's discovery in understanding thus enabled,

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A cataclysmic fire of renewal,In things so new,Yet so ancient in origin-

XXXXI

Strip back those former things,Removing decadence that denudes,Without redecorating in floral garments of renewal,Scour and make bare mouldy foundations,That we might rebuild a temple of being anew.

For, this soul seeks to dwell in sanctified temples.That upon mind state of being renewed

Knowledge cometh from distant placesTo find expression-

Hearken ye,

Ye gate keepers of assumed reason,In your insanity give sanity a podium,To proclaim revival borne by journeying soul,On wings of joy;Soul that brings renewal in its wake,

Lest in your stubbornness,Babylon's falling walls entrap you-

Prove yourselves worthy of my presence,For I am the light,In whose presence darkness flees,

The light cannot compromise encompassing darkness,By accommodation;No,The two are incompatible,

Light replaces darkness,In its absence darkness reigns-

Conscience awakened in mind,That troubles soul,

Awakened from spiritual stupor of mindless evil,Jogging somnolent soul,

Propelling it through darkness of a different kind.Affirming refusal of self destruction,When knowledge is attained,

And understanding dawns,Remember the Lord thy God,By remembering to redeem thyself in holiness,For your body is a temple ordained to containThis soul renewed-

That the Spirit may abide therein,In time of perturbation,Turn away from contaminating infectious idolatry,Sin that easily beguiles,


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Remove those diseased Asherah polesFrom before beings temple.Cleanse temple walls,Scrub awayThose drawings of spiritual decadence

These things that you have borrowedFrom wayward and wicked minds,Whose spirits are entrapped in deadened souls.These degenerate waywardYou are attracting to yourself,Cleanse away-

Now that renewing watersOf purity discerned come.Sanctuary is your temple,Sanctified grounds where my spirit revives.

You will come back to me,I am, your maker,Surely, you will rejoice,

Even as tangle of confusion is cleansed,And "Jerusalem" made habitable again-

XXXXIIThen,You will exult in self acknowledged holiness, knowing

I am your God,Who purposes you,

I will teach you,Leading you in the path of life,In righteousness and truth,Though you walk throughThe valley of the shadowOf death and destruction,

I will bear you in the palm of my hands,That as you awaken to truthThat is at source,

From whence soul returns,Your doubts will be removed-

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