Guest guest Posted August 18, 2001 Report Share Posted August 18, 2001 Dear Friends, Changes, up and down like waves; now you see me, now you don't. My Playmate darts up and down in waves of liquid light; quicksilver flowing from every silver cord, and vibrating like a celestial harp. These many changes, O my Lord, that leave me wandering within my self, have keenly drawn me into the mighty flames, of Your Powerful and Perfect Self. All my preconceived ideas and faulty notions, of what is right and what is wrong, have burnt to ashes all the things that passed past in the Bonfire of Your Blazing, Piercing Eyes. You have broken every pot of clay, and every reed, that held each insubstantial dream, and all the songs I sang. Bended to my knees, stretched to every atom in this body-cup, I have felt the Fiery Arrow from Your Quiver, in all Its Mighty Pain. Even in my slumber, there is no door to hide behind; there is no window opened out for sweet escape from all this change. The fires blazing up and taking everything that's dear to me, And yet I know within my heart's All-Knowing Ways and Plans, It's only Sweetest Kisses from Your Tender Mouth to mine, breathing life anew in bones and pyres that I have laid so well. Surrender O my soul, to everything that's needed to rebuild this shaky straw of who I was, to who You'll stand within the Garden. The scarecrow of Awareness is a Burning Bush in the cornfield - The Gardener set the lantern too near, and now he's gone up in flames. Always Love, Always, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 18, 2001 Report Share Posted August 18, 2001 Wonderful, Mazie! >Changes, up and down like waves; now you see me, now you don't. >My Playmate darts up and down in waves of liquid light; quicksilver >flowing from every silver cord, and vibrating like a celestial harp. > >These many changes, O my Lord, >that leave me wandering within my self, >have keenly drawn me into the mighty flames, >of Your Powerful and Perfect Self. >All my preconceived ideas and faulty notions, >of what is right and what is wrong, >have burnt to ashes all the things that passed past >in the Bonfire of Your Blazing, Piercing Eyes. >You have broken every pot of clay, and every reed, >that held each insubstantial dream, and all the songs I sang. >Bended to my knees, stretched to every atom in this body-cup, >I have felt the Fiery Arrow from Your Quiver, in all Its Mighty Pain. >Even in my slumber, there is no door to hide behind; >there is no window opened out for sweet escape from all this change. >The fires blazing up and taking everything that's dear to me, >And yet I know within my heart's All-Knowing Ways and Plans, >It's only Sweetest Kisses from Your Tender Mouth to mine, >breathing life anew in bones and pyres that I have laid so well. >Surrender O my soul, to everything that's needed to rebuild >this shaky straw of who I was, to who You'll stand within the Garden. > >The scarecrow of Awareness is a Burning Bush in the cornfield - >The Gardener set the lantern too near, and now he's gone up in flames. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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