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Landing Beyond The Gobbledeegook

Spinning The Finger on the Compass

I.

Satan fell when he denied himself

When he stopped permitting himself to be a son

That's when he became undone

Can't you see

He broke the trust that feeds light to the dust

When you see yourself as a son then you are divine

But if as a God then you've lost your divine Mind

You've shut your mouth and weened off the teet of Eternity

Apart from the Circuit you've become free to be (without existence be ye)

But is that what you want: to be a lonely God?

Shakyamuni became a god

Qassim of the Rock resisted but it seems he also missed it

Both now silenced in the earth

Doubting like Thomas behind the walls

II.

To deny sonship is to choose starvation

Martha fed herself in the kitchen

Metaphorically died by poison

Hot fingers Judas went missing from mission

Also went tragically out of commission

Even a prodigal still has life through return

Receiving from the Self ensures we survive

There isn't anything else to keep us alive

III.

Mary placed the feet of her Master on her devoted chest

And Kali felt the love of Siva rise from her heels to her breasts

So open up your heart and don't be proud

Let heaven upload/download with volume loud

Cause you are in need and Abba knows best

It's in being a child that one find's rest

IV.

Accept the beauty of your vulnerability

Even comprehed it at the cross:

A lamb, an offspring of Above

Can never be eternally lost

You can be found if you believe that you are loved with perfection

And then you'll be one at the wedding feast

On the day of Resurrection

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Jim "The Lad" ....

" it's in being a child that one find's rest" awesome write ! pinned for insight and wisdom!........................................................Jim

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