tap tap tap

The well,
the cup barer,
and
the water of life.
One in three.
You need the cup!
REPENT!
I AM = wrong for I,
IN
my light.
my thought,
my action,
stumbling
over
cobble stones
DRUNK
on
the ways
of
the WORLD.
I see the darkness
in me,
when mine eyes,
have seen ,
the GLORY
of
HIS light!
please sir?
cup barer,
son of man,
son of GOD,
fetch me a drink
to sober
me up
to
drink
the water of life
held by the well
that only
you know
the way
to
that well
that
has always
been here,
holding the water
for the cup barer
to give a drink,
for
the cup barer
came
to show the way
to
take a sip
from the cup
holding
the WATER of LIFE.
NO:
statue building,
NO:
road building,
NO:
teaching
NO:
learning,
NO:
working,
Just asking.
knock:
tap tap tap
on the door
to
the KINGDOM of HEAVEN
the water
is
freely given
to be
sustaining
for
OUR SOULS
by
the GRACE
of
I AM
for
I AM
so
LOVES
the world
and
adores
humanity,
from
the pious:
living in praise and prayer
to
the sinner:
consummed by ignorance and vice
we all have
LIPS
to say:
I REPENT,
we are
the crown jewel
made
in
I AM
IMAGE
to live
in
PEACE, HARMONY, and TRANQULITY
within
the BOSSOM
of
I AM
GREAT CREATION,
the EARTH.

Behind the Digital Curtain

rises
the new
light
sun light
and
divine light
rolled into
numbers.
All
of
humanity
to be:
One family
by our
marvelous science,
endeavors
we are
very very cleaver
we have seen
the DOOM
of machines
breaking bones
sheading blood
but are
mind and soul
remained free,
Now our thoughts
are danger
from
the bright lights
on our
flickering
screens
so fast that
that it is not seen,
electrical speed of light
from here
I go
there
but
the window
is in New Mexico
the Hub of data
falling into a databank
MASS POLITICS
manipulating
our minds
group think
To say:
this is good
this is bad
maybe,
but not
I don't know,
the tool
too answer
the eternal search
"What is the Meaning of Life?"
God did it!
is not good enough
never really was,
Why would a being of divinity,
create us in a world of misery,
avoiding the concept
we have free will,
my will,
your will
his will,
her will
When we die we should have a will,
our attempt
too shape
the world
after
we are dead
and gone.
Perhaps?
it is reincarnation
that makes people
do those things.
I might be back
again
again
again
and again,
lets make
it easy
for the next visit.
our life
as dead people
living in coffins
spoon fed
our ideas from
a desk top
lap top
a screen,
mass education
of the masses
an attempt to control
the Coliseum crowds
of ancient Rome.
Hope is not LOST,
At least,
the curtain has not dropped,
we have the means
to bring freedom
and avoid the need
to be controlled,
I like watching the surf
you like the snow fall
we agree about the beauty of Nature,
we see the coldness in men and women hearts,
but also
the warmth of human smiles.
Like a gun,
the Internet
can blow a hole in our heads
but
like a pen the exchange
of information can set us free,
I enjoy those that love GOD
I love good people just the same,
I love bad and evil people
one day we will come to the conclusion
in ourself,
that love is the way.

I am

THIS!
said?
the
GOOD GOD
come to me,
by saying:
LET THERE BE LIGHT!
not the SUN?
but
LOVE!
TRUTH!
WISDOM!
KNOWLEDGE!
UNDERSTANDING!
echoing
in the
VOID
of
pre-creation
HE IS!
THE SOURCE!
for
LIFE!
NOT
the SHOUTS
of madman?
but
the gentle
whispers
of a brook
casually flowing
(like honey dripping
over hot cakes,
do you hear:
the laughter and delight
of childs joy
for a RIGHTEOUS treat)
through
a
glade
during spring
watering seeds
for
flowers
to
BLOOM
the colors
of
the RAINBOW
his kingdom
breathing in his GRACE,
the scent
of his
burnt offering
a PLEASURABLE
for woman and man
to dance
in
PEACE and PROSPERITY
his
MAJESTY
where all beings
come
for
a drink:
the lion
the bear
the wolf
the fox
the deer
the lamb
everything
that orbits
HIM
the
I AM.
WE have
the material
from
the immaterial
his idea
CREATION
put
into perpetual motion
for those
that are not fools,
WHO: SEE and HEAR!
run to
the warmth
of
the eternal flame.
Like
A stone
cast
upon a pond
the spirtit
of the divine
ripples
through
TIME and SPACE
sperating
BREAD
from
STONES
and
feeding
US
with
HOPE
until
our end
comes
to his:
IN THE BEGINNING

I'm pushing

pause.
back
to ink
and
pen,
being
silent
in
the
silence
of
the
digital void,
when
it
comes
to....
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