God, awaken the love in me.
by so doing,
awaken me to presence.
allow me to surrender, to make a constant
offer
of self to other, to you.
devotion is how i clear space, i pray,
allow me devotion,
allow me to awaken
to infinite love.

i am a servant of God,
therefore i am a servant to you.

how beautiful does it get?

the talent of practice;
love is the fruit of awareness
to presence.

the mind does not come to God,
knowledge is not a stairway.

God is a felt experience,
the graceful gift of devotion.

by heart the soul awakens,
LOVE!
ARISE!
it is perfect peace, our harmony.

silence will be kind to you

you have come here to find truth.
it is in others that you find it; for beautiful is the righteous relationship, beautiful is love.

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ultraviolet amplification speaks of direct memory become the direct now.
we spin the dirt we eat into the silken furnace of chrysalis death.
we are the sun, emitting brilliance in created life.
we are the dust, the subtle hand of GOD has taken dirt and made dwelling.

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a butterfly is not made from a murdered caterpillar.
the caterpillar offers itself to the highest principle
and receives the grace of wind.
icarus forgot that he was tethered to earth, but the butterfly does not forget time spent as a caterpillar.
like wind, moments have an amorphous form. if we are careful we may find ourselves in the aroma of flight.

the tense hypocrite;
king fool.
solipsistic proselytizer:
border ******,
big definer.
i do not endure.

i bow to hollow birth,
crying out
**** me! **** me! i deny being.
God, do you hear me?
why have you given creation away?
i want life, but not consciousness;
my psalm, i want nothing, but to be.

as a disciple of temptation
i die many painful deaths.
my treasures leave me,
they are capricious.
how could the hand of a ghost
ever grab smoke?