Jan 2012
Tangled wood
You found wood hay and stubble you left a temple in this vapor of time that is life you are requested to make a great design
Your challenge make your way through the wilderness how many say everything has been done how boring we pass time
Within the hollowed wood dark gloom mingles with sunlight the altered light works well with the fallen race these subtle vines
Are weightless they fit snugly what comfort they flow on currents of all rebel hearts while the soul of beauty is held in irons
Taste and see if this is not fare and delicate food anything you desire don’t rest work hard and acquire there are no golden rules
The spirit pines it knows it has caught the scent of purest air waters that refresh the soul we are washed by the word it stirs, all
Wonder falls from its mist in this refined sphere our head clears with these imprisoned eyes we know and see deepest inviting pools
The frame work of our home though distant stands in glories trellised garden the blossoms are fulfillment of every human longing
Alas the steps never will be realized so much important achievements that last as brief wisp of smoke surly this is worth eternal joy
Days filled so full then why does the inward depth cry gladly an altar it would seek but this you deny ego and want must be fed
The outer body has all it could ask for then what is that weakly thin creature I see when ideals steal forth what freedom toys
With my restless mind an emptiness pervades my real inner self it tells what I suppress unwilling I buy more to quiet my troubled breast
The pile grows bigger just bright items that briefly shine they dazzle then fizzle so I look for more of the same it always works
There in the clearing the vines are held at the edges I feel exhilaration guide what is this placed called well sir it is called Gethsemane
It is said the master shed great drops of blood as he agonized in prayer I feel hope swelling up like I have reached a life springing fork
Well you know all the earth is getting ready to celebrate his birth yes and finally I will give him the gift of myself it has lie in ruin to long
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You found wood hay and stubble you left a temple in this vapor of time that is life you are requested to make a great design
Your challenge make your way through the wilderness how many say everything has been done how boring we pass time
Within the hollowed wood dark gloom mingles with sunlight the altered light works well with the fallen race these subtle vines
Are weightless they fit snugly what comfort they flow on currents of all rebel hearts while the soul of beauty is held in irons
Taste and see if this is not fare and delicate food anything you desire don’t rest work hard and acquire there are no golden rules
The spirit pines it knows it has caught the scent of purest air waters that refresh the soul we are washed by the word it stirs, all
Wonder falls from its mist in this refined sphere our head clears with these imprisoned eyes we know and see deepest inviting pools
The frame work of our home though distant stands in glories trellised garden the blossoms are fulfillment of every human longing
Alas the steps never will be realized so much important achievements that last as brief wisp of smoke surly this is worth eternal joy
Days filled so full then why does the inward depth cry gladly an altar it would seek but this you deny ego and want must be fed
The outer body has all it could ask for then what is that weakly thin creature I see when ideals steal forth what freedom toys
With my restless mind an emptiness pervades my real inner self it tells what I suppress unwilling I buy more to quiet my troubled breast
The pile grows bigger just bright items that briefly shine they dazzle then fizzle so I look for more of the same it always works
There in the clearing the vines are held at the edges I feel exhilaration guide what is this placed called well sir it is called Gethsemane
It is said the master shed great drops of blood as he agonized in prayer I feel hope swelling up like I have reached a life springing fork
Well you know all the earth is getting ready to celebrate his birth yes and finally I will give him the gift of myself it has lie in ruin to long
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