Poem -

A Gospel for Cry Babies

You are perfect

Perfectly fragile

It's all baby language

All of it!

Paganism

Hinduism

Buddhism

Hebrewism

Islam

The Lot!

But the baby speech is SACRED

When a child is born the wetnurse smacks it

Don't be a Moses

Only smack the baby ONCE!

Without the Spirit of Rachma*

You can't be a child

The Mother is learning and we learn also

It's not all tears

There's smiling and laughter too

Among the Living is Family

This is the Malkuth**

Moksha says "you are sons beloved of the Father--

The one who wishes his prodigal children home".

Nirvana says, "There are no sons".

The City's Peace blasphemes,

"Not only are there no sons;

you are slaves in the pig pen."

Do you think by abstaining from swine and wine

You will rule time?

The grunts of the mire are not the curves of a queen's neck

Be gentle and you will shine amongst the pearls of Wisdom

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* Rachma = "Womb" and is the root of arRahmaan (Most Gracious/Compassionate)

*Malkuth = Kingdom but is feminine in gender so kinda more like "Queendom" betrothed to a King (figure-head) or his "Body"-corporate. If he is the Root (determining between good and evil the path for his Nation to take, then Malkuth is his Tree of Life, the fruit of his Vision)
 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

free to choose, stay out and play in the storm, or go home to peace? play in the mud or be adorned in robes. return to the vomit or change actions.al I'm just speculating about your cool write....................................Jim

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The fish of the sea

Love your take here, your thoughts intertwine in very complex ways, enjoyed the journey on this one. Very engaging!

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