Why does the Human demand a final end?
The knowledge that The End is Near.
Something to end the flow of days,
Something to end the endless flow,
of ideas and longing, flowing from springs,
that extend from deep within,
fed by the depths of a consciousness
from far beyond.
Coursing through the infinite channels
that manifest my being.
Death. Death is our end.
the wall that we all face in unknowing,
That’s why the Human focus
is on the end.
Yet, it is the beginning
that raises us into love and light
so let me begin again in You.
Repent, Repent,
Repent of what?
The faulty choices
made by a man
pursued by fear
and longing.
Are these choices mine or Yours?
If my footing was sure,
if my vison was true,
if your Spirit flowed,
I could repent,
while resting within You.
I’m smiling now,
laughing too,
for a Son of God,
the presence felt,
repents of just one thing.
The choice of time spent without you.
So come with me,
run with me across fields of gold,
lets plumb the depths of the sea,
come with me Father and count the stars,
and lift me among the clouds to watch the eagles soar.
Stop, so I might share your joy,
Your own wonder about Yourself.
Your amazement at what has freely flowed,
from the Center of Your All.
Find joy in me,
and me in You.
And rest in awe,
as you contemplate,
how freedom conscribed with love,
could bring forth such gifts to me,
from out of You.
Bring my restlessness to quiet ends,
as I rest in you,
Let me curl up within Your being.
And sleep and dream anew.
When I dwell in quietude,
bring forth a manifestation of You,
my imaginings, Your imaginings,
contained within Yourself.
My Father, Mother, and precious Guides,
its time for this to End.
This End that Begins in the Ashes,
The Flame that imbues you,
and challenges you,
to transform into something new.
So that your Children,
who long for only You,
might be lifted up,
and given a vision True.
Not dim and dark,
not imagined,
but instead the brightly colored you,
dancing and singing,
so wonderous in your appearing,
before the face of Man.
You are nothing like I expected,
you are beyond my faulty imagining,
but Your laughter and joy,
that flowing love,
Makes me wonder why
I didn’t pursue you, sooner, harder.
Father, Mother the end is near,
it is not a time of fear,
rather it is brilliant with love and light,
as I am reborn within You.
Silly words written by a fool,
who has kicked out every support,
and is free-falling into You.
Yet in my descent, I know you well,
for I am only following You.