get in line. What's your excuse?
Ignorance and lack of spiritual insight (ghaflah)
true understanding and illumination (ma’rifa)
just plain ignorance (jahiliyya)
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Today, we answer, for before;
today, we answer, for after.
The ideas of limits.
Enclosing mind, holding time
Professing to know what cannot be ignored,
every speaker, each in turn, accounts
today idle time, free in turn to use
redeeming idle words, meaningful
for cursing, and promising hell
you pay mere attention,
to detail, unbelievable
for all willing not
to lie after knowing God cannot lie.
Truth known frees those who use it.
Is there any possible faith that ignors this lie?
1948 Anno Mundi - Abram Kaballah
World year 2000 Abraham teaching oral Torah,
Let this mind be in you, this new mind, after
all that has called war God's soul correcting plan.
Cultural agricults, first the blade, then the ear…
"For without culture or holiness,
which are always the gift
of a very few,
a man may renounce wealth
or any other external thing,
but he cannot renounce
hatred, envy, jealousy, revenge.
Culture is the sanctity
of the intellect. "
[William Butler Yeats, journal, 7 March, 1909]
And poetic arrogance arises asking if,
one could envision war, as war occurs,
as anyone may, make a reason up for it,
since we all have seen now at a distance,
we all are aware of the destruction, none,
of us are aware of the holiness used,
the catechistical exercise in faith,
think only of the offense to Allah,
by calling all the invincibly ignorant poets
fools who bet mercy won.
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The poor man suffered, as a lad
to come unto Jesus, as a he was,
allowing what is true, his state reported,
as with any child suffered so, Is one angel's job.
As true as anything taken to heart for testing,
a child born into a long line of poor folk,
never in seven generations too poor
to offer travelers succor in need,
in deed, training up the lad,
to know, for certain, it is
better to give than take.
Time, the whole, none can hold,
aging, becoming wholy finished
by faith emitting substance of hope…
epiousion - plenty enough to share,
enough for the approaching need,
in deed, as Wisdom comes to lighten
one side's reason, with a touch of joy,
all children are made commonly good,
all children are formed in familiar wedom,
inside knowing's chosen fold, all blessed
with truths that balance years gone by
experienced against today,
perhaps the final chance to measure worth,
what good did you do, once, if once is enough,
what harm did you do, if once is not enough?
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If we can measure a parsa walk,
while sitting still before a lit window,
looking in on all that's on the world minds,
many, many made up minds, truly granted
privileged exclusive inclusion in those good,
by grace of faith shaping conserved why tales,
reproved by wars… one side must be known
good for nothing but labor, twisted into duty,
as one must relate the military minds powers
and authority to deceive in righteous order,
rank and file, about
face, forward, at the double, march.
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Run to the rock,
run through the ligation
split wide the healing wound
reach out,
feel the piercing point make
a way where no way was, made
plain as one when there was none,
now is our time to tell the mindless
to re think re stitching,
let flow the sacrificial blood of youth,
burn the idolatrous haters of religious
authority trading in holy terrors, free,
in exchange for single minded order,
accepted places, accepted tasks, duty
to truth only revealed to true believers/
good, beautiful, make it stick.
**** any thinker of otherwise.
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Tension, taut, twanged to pitch,
strum a conceptual whole note,
humm along, one string, once
struck
pinging step by step, past then to now.
What cost each step, past when to ever?
Was an hour made from a day,
a day made from a string of second thought?
Was an instant made the cause of death?
Walking life's last competed parsa, a scenario.
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Knock, it opens,
ask it answers, think once
knocking heard, a door, appears,
closed on my side, I hear the knock,
and, lo', thinking no danger nigh me,
I open wide, welcoming any near
enough, to have knocked.
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In spirit form, a mind imagines
everything ever named in times past,
duty, classes of deed, when done, indeed
can never even once become undone, alone,
there are knots and there are stings…
and after all that was before, here is now,
when each ready reader asks what good
is done when knowledgelessness
causes the liars confidence to perish.
Contend for contentment, proud warrior
mind, let this mind be in you, eh,
be not afraid, thinking your self,
spirit in formed.
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Rule, point to point, draw
the line, we plan to follow,
or cross, this time, we have, Ai
be it measured in ancient times,
in minutes of arc as measured
from noon, until now, our while
in mindform thinking we an entity
in a message, pointing at an end
as in a point made for being
a thought, if nothing more.
We won a right to appeal,
perhaps we rethink times best used
produce second chances.
Yes, this is all I ever think about...