the holy trine...

they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum
they come from another place
another time

 

from the dark recesses

of our mind
 

and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene
 

they speak in
voices still 

unknown
to the lion upon the throne
and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done
by the gods’ design
of the holy trine
 

the human to extol
and have our souls made whole
so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown
the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come

our
will
be
done

they

come

 

the cruci-fiction

hey daddy i don’t wanna fall down
hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
don’t wanna sink and forever drown
don’t wanna sink and be hell bound
hey daddy i just wanna be found

hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
just wanna live on hallowed ground
wanna be saved and heaven bound
wash ‘way all my sins and git me a crown

oh daddy won’t you come on down

come on down and let me be found
oh daddy won’t you come on down
come on down and take me to glory town
wrap your love ‘round me and love surround

hey daddy won’t you save me now
hey daddy won’t you save me now

but how you gonna save me

when you ain’t around

hey daddy where you at
hey daddy where you at

imagine...

  imagine peace

just

imagine

 

deep inside her belly....

she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly 

first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun

then deep inside her belly
next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams
nothing now as it seems
pray your gods your soul redeem
the universe her birthing stream

then deep inside her belly
came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly
 
.
.
.

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

the truth of the soul...

whatever satisfies

the
SOUL

is
TRUTH

to esperanza...

and trish macgregor...

  

HOPE 

is the dream

of a 

soul awake

what are your secret places?

i have led you into

the secret places

of your soul -

now you must

find them again -

this time

by yourself -

the holy trine

they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come from another place
another time
from the dark recesses
of our mind

and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene

they speak in
voices still unknown
to the lion upon the throne

and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done

by the gods’ design
of the holy trine

the human to extol
and have our souls made whole

so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown

the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come

our

will

be

done

the fear of suffering...

Tell your heart that 

the fear of suffering 

is worse than 

the suffering itself. 

And no heart 

has ever suffered 

when it goes

in search of 

its dream.

when dragons fly and demons sing...

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
 

of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries

into the forest...

into the forest dark i wander
deeper still my heart ponders

the cry of the raven calls me home
never no more my spirit to roam

fulfillment...

LOVE needs the SPIRIT -

and the SPIRIT, 

LOVE,

for their

fulfillment

the solitary division...

In the field of ideas not involving productive activities
it is easier to distinguish the division between
material and spiritual necessity -
For a long time man has been trying to free himself from alienation
through culture and art -
While he dies every day during the eight or more hours that he sells his labour,
he comes to life afterwards
in his spiritual activities

But this remedy bears the germs of the same sickness -
it is
as
a solitary individual
that he seeks
communion with his environment.