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Time of Day

The Spirit of Reconciliation

Give True Master your time
Invest in the emergence of a new Divine
Crush sour grapes
Press the wine

Unknowing is knowing
Essence of the Friend rubs off
Even from the tastle of his disguise
The Self has not plucked from your tree
He sits in the lotus of your paradise

The divine name awaits invitation from those invited
The sacred embrace is not obtained through aggression

Those who take it by force manifest the diabolical
Unbeknown they're nurturing an antichrist oracle
Cool and aloof
That object that poisons
A dead thing, disposable
The cloth that shrinks and tears away

While others offer up the Child and do well
That is true Messiah: a Self entrusted
Warm and intimate
The person that heals
The living one, indespensible
The transfusion of blood that expands and integrates

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Jim "The Lad" ....

" Unbeknown they're nurturing an antichrist oracle" that line got me on board, but will it make a difference in the outcome or are you just  pointing to the contrast if I get your message? nice write! ........................................Jim

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al Bikaadi

Well, that depends if one lives in a hyper-Calvinist universe or an Arminian one I guess?

As often alluded to in my work, there is an accute difference btw knowing about something and knowing someone. 

If Truth is a book, then fate is sealed, if it is person then fate is revealed. 

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The fish of the sea

Clever and intriguing work as always. I enjoy reading and discovering its meaning. (I'm a bit slow so it takes me sometime XD) peace and smiles my friend. Max

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al Bikaadi

@ "takes me some time" LOOOL ... I didn't even notice that reflexive straight away. Clever. 🤎

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