Death is Life

The auric body of the Son, once activated,
destabilised the fabric on the bones
That glory which had kissed bright Moses' face
dwelling in The Chosen One

He scarcely could contain that Light--
exploded in 'Remitance Lab'...
whips slipped out like Medusa's dreads;
tables turned, enslaving cages loud unlatched!

Divine king was filled with Heaven's wrath;
The WORD reached full in Israel's Head
Upon his knees in Gethsemene,
Aslan's "zealot"--so Steiner seers--
prayed to keep his human flesh
just long enough to fulfil the task

The prayer was heard, says Hebrews author;
meant he'd die in the house of "friends"
If Cain's guilt roamed on,
estrangement would persist:
Spirit of Truth keep hovering,
able not find rest

Muhammad knew those cowards couldn't handle
power of Samson's mantel
So hand-over they that precious lamb:
the guest that ought be Host

Yet silent bled he weepful mercy,
upon all Gilgameshi-kind;
new Kingu flung his violet robe--
our freewill bare extended,
split Jacob's dream in seven ways,
streaming prism-tears
toward all lands and planets

The Magi's hermetic thrice-born babe
danced on his birthday suit,
like the wheel of Shiva obliterating memory
of offences north from south

Authority 'd been given him to
lay it down no shame,
and again to pick it up
as a mighty Ben Yamin

That blood and gall and piss and shit
could not tarnish the gold
So beyond the pyre, iron pins,
and solid sealed stone...
the humble suffering hope of Joseph
dusted off the world

Son of Man is Lord Divine,
greater than eastern Phoenix rise
Nergal eats his heart out,
Syn has met
the Light, the Way, his Match!

Dove emerges from the whale's carcass
and alights on wings of hosts;
leaves behind his future members
like Gayomart-Osiris to con-
gregate with peace and, com-
passion-led, defuse the heavy glory

Christians serve as "poor" beans tossed-back
by Jack out Judah's window
to become a stalk for men and women
of faith who transcend the illusion

They slay the sons of Og
with davidic slings and mustard seeds,
take back the boon for children of God;
distribute Robin's booty
to hearts that feeding need

So, confess with cathartic feather tongue
that Yashua is Boss of the Aeon!
And believe that victory over Pan be his,
for in Christ The Vine is where waters flow--
words of eternal vitality
now yours for the love making