Wrong Guilt Load to Carry

star-of-heaven[1]Phɶneus —  Oh, indeed, what tangled webs you weave! Oh, how your heart you do deceive! Why come to me for me to relieve? What can mere sprit do, when in healing you do not believe?

Baroseus —  And now I know; why torture me so? All guilt rises from soul coffin below to cast me down in agony of sin I cannot begin to repay even if I were given unending day.

Phɶneus —  Ah! It is not mine, but yours to whip and cry, as you lie to your heart, for no part did you play in his fall, or do you tower so tall in your sight that you blight all memory of truth of what happened that week so bright?

Baroseus —  No! My memory’s unclear, though truth is near, but save me from torment and fear and tell me what I must hear, dear Phɶneus!

Phɶneus —  Listen, then! He blames you for ruining his life; does he accuse you, as well, for losing his wife? And all because he would not ~ or, perhaps, could not ~ work as clerk? But you did not burke this man, Baroseus; himself he damned as he slammed into the Fates! Be done with your guilt and shame; it’s a sham to the hilt!

Baroseus — If so, Phɶneus, why then do I feel so deeply, hurt from head to heel while I skirt round house making appeal to God, and begging to heal, while mind and spirit reel in agony?

Phɶneus — Oh so simple to explain, simple child; you’ve beguiled your heart, cut off the better part. Lies in angry animosity under accusation flies in your face, and you lace it all together into mock-truth as you pace to-and-fro across the floor and say no more… You merely receive it all as given, and thus deceive yourself rather than relieve such burden with but the little knife of honesty.

Baroseus — You are right, Phɶneus! In light of reality, his fight is not with me but with sight of his own flight from his own soul, into night of despair and grand illusion, mind confusion in seclusion ‘gainst what really happened that fateful day. His loss of hire was not my fault, then why assault me with fire of the Liar and Grand Beguiler?

Phɶneus — Ah! Now you see and understand; now you can be free! It was never your burden to carry, so let not heart tarry long with another’s wrong. Dance and new song sing, Baroseus, and prance like happy child now. As everyone else, his life is what he makes and none can shake from his hands what heaven has given to meet earthen demands, for good or ill just as he will… And, so, for you as well, Baroseus.


Picture: Alethea, goddess of truth, found at Goddess A Day


Finding ‘I’ and ‘Me’

EyeHow strange it seems that only in mystery
Do “I” find “me,” in the history my soul left behind;
In like kind do “I” show my face with mask
As it is for the “me” to be true to all that we find
Locked inside; it was never lost, just tied
And tightly bound where only some mournful sound
Arising from heart was heard, and that part
In the finely woven tapestry of gilded words and art
Profound; ah! but perhaps here is where “I”
Live and move and have my being, seeing my “self”
Naked undiscovered, revealed behind cover
Of fiercely-free flowing fluid of lively lurid life detail,
Yet never hurting “I” or “me;” they are free
In soul bondage, odd to say, but this IS a mystery!


World Soul: Memories Long Lost, Forgotten

A word spoken, perhaps; broken image, a sound,
Or sweet incense smell unbound on softest wind
Unbend mind and soul to remember some memory
Long lost and forgotten, but of what we know not;
Feeling rises deep-hot in mind and soul fraught
With truth of another kind ~ primordial, unsought,
Untamed, wild, ne’er mild ~ when earth was child;
We know with an unknowing knowledge unbeguiled,
In inner chamber of the heart, in part, not all
That there is more and has been and will be…
It’s an inescapable inner feeling, peeling away
Layer upon layer of time’s encrustation, frustration
And without hesitation spirit recalls first day
Of dawn, in the beginning, no apprehending of ending
In garden of life, no heart to harden, crime to pardon…


He stepped off onto the ancient Gerasene shore ~
Land of Alexander’s aged ~ where demoniac before
Nazarene cowered and in legion begged, but more
In rage ‘gainst divine sage on time-worn stage
Where played æons of battle seen, unseen
By naked eye, but why was he there that day?
Not to stay nor play, but called perhaps?
Yet so brief to bring relief to man possessed;
Nothing more, then, upon that ancient shore?
Ah! But there is always more to mystic lore,
Left shrouded in mystery, beclouded by history.


Powerful sensation from an eternal relation
Shared by humanity, though called insanity,
On the edge of reality; we know we’ve hidden
And show not any indication of recognition
Of memories we share in dream or nightmare;
Yet there is no escape from spiritual shape
Of ancestors gone before, who into us pour
From open heavenly door what divine likeness
We adore and abhor, as we rape God’s creation,
And drape funeral shawl over soul in denial
Of her own reality, in shuttered mentality;
But we cannot escape word spoken, broken image,
Sound, or incense smell unbound on soft wind
To remember memories long lost and forgotten.



Latin_image_1Rising in the night, my light, but how did I know,
Bright sight, Çynthίa, illumining my path to show
You were she, two reflections on the same one sea
Of immortal deity, incarnate in radiant beauty,
Sélená… mysterious attraction, mystic abstraction,
Yet flesh and blood, veiled immortality, plurality
Of Moon, of black and white, of lack and wax;
In earthen acts divine ~ fine wine ~ you shine
Around the world, hurled thru the heavens sublime,
Marking time ~ Sol mime ~ thru stars you climb,
Yet also are you sister, friend, who to us attend,
And mend broken hearts with light thread; portend
Brighter days without end, and send love shot
Through nocturnal laden-heavy, what souls sought
But ne’er could find in looking, nor sold and bought
In marketplace of disgrace, so base and soiled
By those who toiled humanity to fell and destroy
By devilish ploy, but like a toy you played them
And hemmed ’em in with smile what could beguile
Legions of demons, freemen and seamen, and you
Only laugh, turn away and play your soft, sweet tune
As you rest thru the noon, under brother sun
Shining brightly till nightly journey begins again…
Ah! Now I know deep down below, tis not a show,
But falling at your very feet, remain they in complete
Ignorance; like sheep, they bleat ever so replete,
Being fed by what you bled from soil in endless toil;
But do they know whom they so love from above? No…


Image from iMythology

On My Birthday: 45

Pelike_Geras_Louvre_G234[1]Your soul is ere weakened in sole isolation,
And less resolution within your seclusion;
Around you with so many people hives,
Always smiling with sharpened knives
To sever your selfmade spirit-bonds,
On this birthday; you’re forty-five!
And God his chariot rides in high-sky
Of tranquil blue where happy angels fly;
You too can skip and dance, sing to prance
In complete freedom from mock-aged trance!


Picture/photo of Geras, ancient Greek god of the old (or much aging, long life), son of Erebus, primordial god of thick darkness, black night, the shadow(s)

I Know You Know

I know you know, and see what others do not see,
That I ran not away from you but rather from me;
I know you know, and hear what others do not hear,
That I’ve cried a thousand tears in shameful fear;
I know you know, and feel what others do not feel,
That when I bend and kneel to pray, I need to heal;
I know you know, and sense what others do not sense,
That I make no pretense as I lower my heart’s defense;
I know you know, and taste what others do not taste,
That I spice kiss with honesty and never make haste;
I know you know, and smell what others do not smell;
That as I skirt the very edges of hell, you will tell
What you know you know, and ring loud the wedding bell.

There Is A Land…

JoyGenerosityArticleIMG[1]There is a land in which there is no need or greed,
Where generous hands the hungry feed;
Where farmer bands sow their seed,
Here and there in rich, rolling fields,
Where yields are an hundred-fold in sun-wheat gold,
Here in this land where hand-in-hand walk children,
There to play, here to stay for fun begun,
Where there is no fear, no want, no alarm or taunt,
Where folks are fair and ne’er dare to tear
Where love has bound heart to heart profound,
Where above angels astound in celestial sound
Here below where charity flows atop and below,
Where nymphs sing, too, and dance and prance,
Where sprits delight in bright-lit night…
Yes, there is a land … there is such a land