Showing posts with label revelation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revelation. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 October 2018

"A Little Book, Open..." An Opened Person an Open Book: Revelation...





Please find here a link to the manuscript of:


Little Book


"A Little Book Open . . ."
An Opened Person an Open Book: Revelation


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(N.B.  This is the complete book... from which the first section (the introduction) was made into a tiny booklet: a chapbook; titled:  "The New Butterfly & The Sound of the Seventh Angel.")


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Starlight shines upon a wild rose
Its soft loveliness belies its secret   
That it kept within it a deeper gift
For that both beauty and truth were in it

Irresistible fragrance---for it was bound with a sting
Irrefutable truth---it was bound with grace
Unfathomable the depth of its thorn within
For unthinkable the joy of its inherent Giver
And there the terrible part of the constant question---

Will I run from the painful thing because it offends?
But the carpet is red that bears the feet of them
That have trodden down the grapes
Laid before those who held not back from life
Because of death
It is better to dare than hide   




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Wednesday, 27 January 2016

V. 2. / 169.) The Sands of Time




The sands of time trickle through my fingers
Fall from my hands, pour from my life ---
Times forward or backwards are pierced through:
Revelation permeates through knowledge ---
Ancient and modern, before times and after:
For the lawyers are found out that took away
The key of knowledge: for not entering in
Themselves: they hindered them that were
Entering in: they kept them out by their own
Refusal of the truth that enters to seek them out
They will not long hold sway who detest the light




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Sunday, 12 October 2014

Deep Pools

Deep pools of sacred possessions
Un-cautioned cascades of revelation
Chasing braved bounties in love’s tellings
And a bright-made woven holder
For all my heart’s own wrested rovings

Daft pieces of fast ravings
Un-careful shavings of sharp arrows
Colliding particles in plenty’s pouring 
And a soft-filled safety folder
For all my heart’s own suffered bleedings

Dusted scribblings of dashed truth
Un-captured portions of chaliced lives
Coiling burned embers in my seven sides
And a silver-made chaste casket
For all my heart’s own secret sorrows

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Un-counted the silver of silent stars
Standing without end or known number
Like my ribs
All broken in love’s reachings
Like my bruised heel and wounded head