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Odyssey of Heart
Not in myself I trust, for I am weak
To noble deeds and proofs of lasting worth
But ever forms of faith and hope poured over us
When meekness, in the heart, with love communes.
Better than reason, brighter than the tropes
Wrought by our sager minds who, for all times
Sought to mark down in sign that yet unseen...
Better this just humility of faith
That, from itself, bears truth's emerging light
Able to steer the golden reigns through heights
Of knowing, where the dryer air imbues
Essential manna: food of gods, the mead
Which lovers owning, few dare earn, is sup
Of perfect comfort, ever over-flown
In foment of new life; from pride's decay
To boundless grace, our liberty revealed.
Best Charity, heart of saints and ever true
To faithfulness of hope! Great care you show
Where there’s no rod of law but principles
Most holy, by the proud unknown; exalting
Sacred sense, beyond surmise; submissive
Tender, patient, always kind with comfort
For the sojourn soul, from tribulation born…
Relieve our cause, pour down your shining balm
As in this world we all must yet forbear
And lead us straight. Held fast in you we live.
Such faithfulness of care might we endow
And many hours again, turn aside
Ignoble ways, by empty musings led
Where much is scourged of hope, too reckless bound
Now helped by love and truth for healing song.
Even the best of faith, not always solved
For clearest virtue, evident in deed
Is made exempt from trial; better to prove
The gold of piety when thorough plied...
Such constancy of soul is sooner known
When, as is judged by some, we're given leave
To go our way when yet is left behind
That care of grace we’d choose, flown from the heart.
So help this stumbling verse our work portray
Set down in pain to coax the one of all
And tend the steps of peace our heroes seek.
May then we own consistently such worth
Through mundane laws that, constant, drape the soul
And from the faintest things, secure our truth
Distilling clarity in care of all.
Always, for grace, this comforting's renewed
Untainted by the loot of rotten gain-
Foul dross! Many, by this, are bound in chains
Though freedom shunts the petty tyrant’s rule.
We look to sift and ply the soul again
For better ways, to each more kindly given
Though striving under pride; wretched stain
Of brutal men, insistent under heaven.
Yet heaven in each we sing for tiding songs
And phantom ways distrust. In each is all-
That cherished faith, for whom the brave are strong
And proving glad, the patient cares install.
Great sympathy, the worth of each conjoined
To mirror in the promised, home-felt rest
Our truth and proven love, forever coined
In honor of the victor's upright quest.
A call upon the wild that springs
To dignities of life, refined
Not of vulgar mind.
Such secret’s long been kept…
Of old, the seers saw and wept;
But how shall one, so lonely frail
Train the flashing reigns to follow?
Steady now, upon the gates and gap
Defending 'gainst presumption, overflown
To self-conceit, abominable
Glimpse the true and lasting vision
Whose care is no fruitless burden
But for the proper meekness bidden
And yoke humility fast-bound
Not glancing here or there
Fix in heart upon the clear-
New city, famed uncloven stone
That tends azure upon the midnight sun
Out-braving that of brutal minds
By light of faith and the sublime.
Yet can the child's waking care
Through tribulation heroes bear
Overcome the vast depravity
Being only a child?
Resolve upon the sojourn friend
And bide the cornered time among the trees
Whose verdant leaves
Drip honeyed milk from gently swelling hills…
Reclining on the sacred, bubbling hearth
Then turn aside the mortal strife
For truth in love, assaying peace;
So drinking down the heart’s content
Let bow upon the burden bent
Those iron rods, waved over the whole
Of seeming men, whose way is tyranny.
Such fruit to bear and health to lend
In grace, whose way has flown within
The open gates of proven faith!
No wielding rule of force then sway
To ends, the burnished virtue won...
Of such is the Kingdom-
Cere’s preternatural ones.
Heigh now upon the surging fountain
Whose nourishment brought forth upon the fold
Life's faithful brook, more true than what is told
Of bitter waters, flowing pure as gold!
What can put at naught?
Thus ageless, undaunted abides
The head, by right established
From the heart, just inclined.
No thing in heaven or earth
Thwarts the destined uprightness…
Straight through the gates, pass on
With wholly complied intent!
Blessed are them who may drink
The waters that flow out life’s throne
As ancient wonders rise on the brink
Of Eleusinian fields, whose hearth is home.
Descending on the heart anew
Anointed by the morning dew
Seek consistently
To own your vast integrity.
And then, with fuller' soap in hand
Wash the inner walls
Scourging away what is not grand
Within the darkened chamber's hall.
Rely upon substantial grace
And fall upon corrupting stains
Fomenting the one relation
Love's truth has earned and faith persuades.
So, once nearly cleansed
Incline to fix the will, so pure
Which a lasting and perfect friend
May commend as knowing and true.
Thus seeking only to reflect
The crystal best in every word
Overthrow the world, naught bereft
Innocence allured..
Though many cynics traffic in the hour
Barking at the heels of sacred power
Life kicks the scale of false standards
As light from out the dark more daring spreads
Through the lonely wilderness
A flowering festival of peace, assured.
So mythic seven thunders ring
A promised day of liberty...
A day of freedom for the captive-
Hurrah, the day of Jubilee
Hosanna, arching Sabbath for all times-
Life and light in love’s relation!
The potsherds scoff
Alack! They cry-
Aurum heirs treading down the mountains!
As firm as a rock I would be set
Against the world and its lewd contentions
More steady proving clearest virtue, stressed
With brilliant facets of the light, resolving factions.
What hope amidst the strife, true worth bestowed
In character, ruling every passion's season
For perfect care, great purposes to show
In blooms of time and speechless, sacred reasons.
Converging and uniting, such care met
Life's waking might, more near in sight to shine
With pure intent, whose knowing best reflects
All states, now cast in figures of design.
O dawning vision, pierce the awful night
And horns of plenty pour, true love requite!
In tender age I felt humanity
To be a staunch of comfort and sure strength;
An eager hope, in every hour to length
Fleet days of wonder, all of life to see.
A cherished kindness, lain upon the breast
Of upright admonitions and goodwill;
A care of grace, in love, a founding rest
And honor for my vision’s windowsill.
How yet, too soon, cruel condemnations frown
On ways once blessed in youth, now grown insane
With outward forms, whose worldly pride bestows
False glory, proving life's dread infamy.
So here is wasting sorrow and the shame
That groans with silent tears of faith betrayed!
O hours, cruel hours that vex the wearied soul
With thoughts of contradiction; fawning days
Of youth are closed, in stock of lies arraigned
For inquisition and condemning powers.
What tyrannous and brutal, ruthless ways
That slam the sanctioned slavery over head;
Though, bearing all, the brave endure the crime
To contemplate this shame, too stark with dread.
So mock, O state, the way of noble ends…
More false, discharge your rotten judgments' fate;
A greater cause, at last, where first you rend
The back and front of self... all selves berate.
Dare now upon life's brow your six-thrice brand
And testify! All stripes shall truth withstand.
Nobody cares for that o'er which you weep
Nor shares the burden for this world's foredoom
Seen starkly; now a haunting specter creeps
Among the binding fates spun on life's loom.
Wake them not to that dread misery
Which ruthlessness of pride has reckless wove
But pluck the web for loss and trembling
Of idols in the soul for which they strove.
Put off your cherished youth and sacred oath's
Confirming constancy; raise up your cup
To lusty Lethe and thunder with the strokes
Of fury, treading out the ripened sup!
They shall not brook to flay their sacred cows
But shades of death endure and prostrate bow.
What trust the ways of parts obtained
In them that helm the wheeling state
Shall not to comfort more incline
Than strife of passion wrought of late.
Between, there is a promise broke
That speaks of ever darkening night
And labors 'gainst the dreadful stroke
Of death, like ships in dire flight.
The chartered seas for hope forlorn
In credence of foretokened shores
Allows conveying factious storms
To gain what faith denied before;
Though here, the fool confounded whence
Brings lurching on familiar scenes
That ciphered sagely, common thence
To revel in their end, obscene.
So blasting on the boasted course
And reckoning the fair or foul
Life's haunting fates of loss reverse
For remedy, the best avowed?
If they can, with triple band
Wed Bashan's bull to Shiloh's mules;
Outrun a troop, alone withstand
Ten thousand thousands of the cruel.
Still some who may, in bonds of faith
O'er leap entombing walls of mind
And death undo, whose fallen state
The proof of love could yet resign.
Behold the mass-conniving guilds
Engrossed upon the public store
That plot against the widow's field
Once left as bastion to the poor
Who in their utter impudence
Of ruling pacts in bonds of state
Wrack upon the innocent
With lust of pride, insatiate.
They rape the Earth, gulp down the Sun
Turn native warmth to blasting cold
And glory in what pride has won-
A howling world, to privilege sold!
Such boldly cruel and faithlessly
Indifferent to the common heirs
Contemn the pleadings of the weak
And grace, whose other's burden bears.
These favored cliques have scoffed the care
Corrupting in their status quo
To auction off the orphaned heirs
And vagrants of life's chatteled fold.
Yet ever in the way they choose
Comes bounding from the nether part
Their lover's proof and world's behoof
For healing remedies of heart.
Both great and small, it is the way
That all must go, advancing now
To sail upon the ageless plane
Where all in course shall prove their own.
More fates descend upon the head
And helms that roil the factious state
Than poison asps of slinking dread
That strike them, charmed and unawake
While lions, stalking in the brush
Where they conceal their interests
Come lurching in a sudden rush
To wreck their wretched compromise.
Behold, is spelled the ruin here
Of that which e're the poet sees
And restless, bind to peerless fears
The plans of every proud conceit-
A roaring like the oceans' waves
In raging torrents of a loss
And retributive craft, displayed
For shame, on boundless wonders tossed.
So may the seething tear roll down
And myriad, deconstructing ploys
Dance on the condescending frowns
Once cast upon true care denied.
Worse for sure and wretched more
For those whose rotten bars of state
Played loose with truth, let slip the store
Of wealth such care would mediate.
Now boon and bale upon the mean
Of happenings shall prove the part
And illustrate such worth conceived
Or faithless, quench the huntress' dart.
A proof of fate in this resolved
With every bit of what we are
To demonstrate what love involves
Or failing, burn like falling stars.
And whom the awful compass read
Not owning that of common birth
Which points to limit in the need
And contracts on the boundless worth?
Those brave who, in the breaking hours
Shall wake upon the dawning light
And in the grasp of subtle powers
Reject consumption’s lusty mite.
So broached upon the sacred weal
Pours bards’ and sages’ broken bread
For men and gods, whose freedom steals
To love, escaping from the dead.
Such noble trial the heroes bore
For all, with unremitting weights
And royal courage, smashed the norms
Of tyranny and sanctioned fates.
Though fires of such faith have failed
The fool, aloof in vain concern
They answer sacred will, installed
For truth, the burnished virtues earned.
Ages in their veins, more raging, whirl
As titanic potentials’ dreadful might
Turns girl to boy, conversely boy to girl
Unlimbing reason for unreason's fright.
That once gone right then deftly ventures left
As self-conception staggers to its doom
Bursting the bonds of day and night, distressed
With desperate carping measures, late and soon.
So blown on generation's awesome curve
Of ageless heart and mind, how shall they bear
The great abyss impending, madly swerved
Into contesting congresses of care?
Devolving parts, dividing in the same
The common wealth, no part the rest sustains.
Boast of the times and guilded privilege
Are the pretended guardians of strength
Whose politics of power have sought to bank
Their future 'gainst dissenting arguments.
With rhetoric advancing their new age
They come as reasoned wizards on the brink
Of all disposing will, all ends betrayed
To serve their allied interests' nod and wink.
Auctioning the world, their goods are sold
By education, pride’s admissive rite
That sanctions lust, in quest of pyrite gold
And pirate earnings, staked upon conceit.
Hurrah, the modern liberality
So cunning in it's covert slavery!
Behold these master men and lords of time...
From time brought forth, they are the world's latest
Whose overweening strut is in the best
Of culminating age, the mind refined.
Now to and fro they go, their lists increased
With every tally; line on line computes
Their beads of enterprise, the while deceased
Of tribulation, fate of hapless dupes.
Learning is theirs, precepts are theirs to bend;
Lawyers, scholars, politicians rest
Upon such pillar; they can split or mend
The finest lines; no guile their thoughts distress.
Step by step they round the universe
And finite lies to infinite converse!
Such pride of them that strains for fleeting fame
Seeking to wrest from time the wasting plaque
Of recognition, host to every hack
That postures on the stage of the obscene.
Pretending worth, their practiced words dispose
In mocking light the scripted dignity
Though darkening intents; witless disclosed
On lips and brow their self-important glee.
As if full-wrought by truth's heroic wing
Their thoughts aspire; on vain conceits they soar
Up threw the mist while private songs they sing
In self-made praise for deeds of phantom lore.
From belfries of the schools, in broken flight
They shriek away, hell's banshees of the night!
These timely wise, entranced of mind, decree-
Hear all you hapless what I must disclose
Which art of my discernment is repose
Of peace in understanding mastery.
A gift to all, these broad-invested beings
Pretending to resolve profundities
Shall decoct by their learned fluency
All tortured ways, and gnostic knots untie.
Such flair for comedy, their gelded self
Mounts every snorting bore of certainty
Then armchair resting, pants to yet indulge
Another whoring idol’s reckless scheme.
Behold the stowaway on open seas
And polished sextant of academe!
Here is an estimation in the creeds
Of judgment and self-righteous confidence
That proves for nothing to the innocent
But swamps life's refugees with vain conceit.
With ages it has built the edifice
Of dogma; every pit and lion’s maw
Is it's contraption, set in consciousness
Of the condemning letters of it's law.
Cunning serpent, masquerading dove
It fashions argument, more vicious wrought
With rationales to blacklist those who strove
To flee it's institutions’ heinous plot.
Enamored with a fascist benefit
The systems of the world it implements!
Fanatic soul, how bold it scorns the fates
That meet to each the fruits of impish will
Redoubled, which was spent in kind so late
Upon our brothers, sisters, other self.
It makes an estimation, rules the span
Between men; lords over the equity
With zero tolerance and brazen hand
To smash upon consanguinity.
Such is the wicked priesthood’s confidence
In its own judgment, ever owning not
The way condemned in others, deep dispensed
To every heart, from roots of life begot.
More wretched this and haunted with the same
Of hypocrites, bedeviled by their shame!
O laws of learning, sum of thinkers' best…
How magnified, ensconced upon the power
Of social worth and boasted mental dower;
Once ruled by you, the Earth pleads for redress.
No scruple sought, no reservation found
To staunch against your certifying will
Which point of iron stylus now furrows
The world as object for the kill.
So cart away your pleading victims, mired
In sleazy wallows of concupiscence
And grace deny, self-dubbed the doubtless squire-
Errant usurper of the human quest.
How dignified, the rake of your ambition
That promises continual division!
All those who in their worldly dight
Boast learned clans and knowing dower
Come tremble at the poets' right
And fix your state as fit your power.
No practiced rationales conceive
When forces on your seeming bend
Nor hasty estimates believe
With pride, attempting the ascent.
Such way all boasting souls have sought
The compass of archaic strife
But struck upon the verge of thought
To fall headlong through blinding light.
So dazzled by the tempting flight
And swaggering with impish lore
They passed in sudden bounds the night
And heedless through the fabric tore.
Then wept the parent for the child
Whose compass must the zealot run
Respecting not what mercies mild
Could tend his way upon the sun.
Alas, is writ the history
Of every pride-indulgent plan
That bolts upon our destiny
And seizes with impious hand
The flashing reigns of deity.
Yet ever clear, those sage at first
Set boundaries upon such pride
To staunch against what bastard birth
Could yet unleash on earth and sky:
Mix not with recklessness the word
In report of a vain conceit
But triple-bound the fire burns
Or poison from the vessel leaks...
Steady the concoction grows
While patiently allowed the day
Or roaring up, a tempest blows
To wreck the work well underway;
Not bold to estimate the worth
Or feigning wise, assert the day
Which strutting on, betrays a birth
To be the heir of cursed ways.
Yet prophets of the dawning age
Have tasted tidings full of fate;
So sweet at first, the telling page
Though in the end a bitter slake.
More knowing, writ upon the wall
Amidst the boasting victors’ friends
Who spoiled all else but can't forestall
The dipping scale of amends.
So spoke the cryptic book of life
Before the many passed this way
And greedy, beckoned every strife
To wrack upon the ageless lays.
Or did it seem the sacred stones
That sages kept was for such use
As men could make and then disown
The consequences of abuse?
The world they bid, Escape the maze
And weave the hero’s golden fleece…
Catch the thread of lovers' faith
And marry the conflicted states!
Such taunting ploys of sapience
Will not untie the troubled knots
Nor shall the reasoned doctrinaires
Indemnify their pirate lots.
Neither shall allied abuse
Whose armies in the world array
Cower recompense, unloosed
As tigers, from the cage enraged.
Nor shall their factory of lies
Run off the plain our sacred heart
Of being, which does not rely
On teaching guilds or sophists’ art.
New legislators overpass
Their systems, proving all along
What sages knew lay in the grasp
Of wisdom and her proving songs.
Such anthems would the angels sing
And ancient wonders now unfurl
Enduing on an eagle’s wing
The reclamation of the world-
A golden age from wisdom's wild
Which prophets, in their tears, foreknew
And yearning, with poetic style
Spoke sacred harmonies of truth.
Now studied men, under the guise
Of knowing, dare rejoin the lots
That fell among the few and wise
Whom gods invoke but they forgot?
Do what they will, it never was
And merely seeming, comes to pass
In echo of the formal cause
While flung upon the void, aghast.
Still, boasting not, truth's fit to be
Lain in the cavern of the past
Which incubating, all may see
And so in seeing, own at last.
Alike, the mysteries at hand
In twain have lain upon the state
Of being Man and so withstand
The urgency of pending fates.
Thus everywhere, our furthest clue
Admitting to the marriage date-
Where two makes three, that third is true
In one, a bitter aggregate.
And what of that, the two as one...
Resolves the elemental climb?
Where two the parents, then the son-
Envoy of perfecting mind.
For such a progeny is stowed
A fourth whose form may ever be
Or being not, as fools have owned
Come rising from the boundless sea.
Still, from sounding depths unknown
This maiden of our nether shore
Comes about, as one betrothed
To ciphers of the healing lore.
No cunning vixen, who of late
Has preyed upon the absent ruth
She tends the soul and radiates
A heartfelt yearning for the truth.
Such understanding's subtle ploy
Of owning what cannot be spoke
More silent bearing, faith employs
To solve in heart what lovers hope.
Unraveling the knotted ways
Once wove upon a partial worth
We answer to a boundless sea
With spirit knowing and rebirth...
A sound of silence in the crush
Of doing where was spent our life
Speaks truth as out a burning bush
And peace upon the storming strife.
At last, our whole in final flight
By reigns, the airy course conversed
Then clothes the self in forms of light
Life's quintessential truth rehearsed!
Best Charity of heart, let not the towers
Of tyranny unseat the noble life
That lays before us; seen through the strife
Your best gleams forth, and this we would extol.
No wars of dark and light shall we bemoan
Nor proud deny the factions of our care
As all this folly we cannot but own
In every way, with heroes' faith to bear.
There is no purity of gold untried
By hottest heat; once, twice, yes seven times
All thoughts of good are purged of petty lies
That cling as vain-conceit; this, trials refine.
Then stoke the furnace of experience
With fiery ordeal and fiercer ply
The avenues of self for that pittance
Of worth that under Jupiter descried.
What goal of unity your saints pursue
Through worlds of strife in quest of what is true!
Ships hurled upon raging storms are we
Mystery tossed, the fools of untamed seas
In lessons yet forlorn, the strong waves beating.
Hard the struggle in this long, dark night
Long the venturing for peace through cruel despite
Groaning, at last, this trial to overcome.
Such vast recess of peril and naked doom
To bear, seeking the uplifting beacon's bright light
Where life’s assuredness is as the noon
Secured, enduring every worldly strife.
Yet strange calms where onward once a hope blew on
With sure contention; desperate deeds spent
Doubt by doing, in trials a brief respite.
Then struggle made us strong, on solid foes
To flex determined thought where turns the tide
Of loss, intent on worth heroic will.
But now where is that trust and surety
As stagnant set the winds and sails droop down
In vain? All things grow bale with haunting doubts.
Better now seems the hour of raging storms
When all of being convulsed and, harder tried
Accustomed in the soul our likely end
Which in the circumspection bids us strive
For remedies against pride's wrecking will.
Now here is life thrown back on seething doubts
As reeling pools descend, whereto we drift
In weakness, weak against the courseless air.
So here is madness of our lonely pain-
Not able to find a sure way. Aghast
The faithless way, in tested faith, undone...
Such brooding thought of self that must bestow
A blazing loss to life's strange incubation!
What agony and languishing of fate
That winces at the blare of boasted hours
We lurched on trials, the inward battle cast
To and fro, as with crushing contest fraught.
Oh may we tempt this end to different ways
And sway what hour remains toward true worth
Secured, held fast in grace. Then would we glad
Return the heaving sea its fierce combat
And silent best defend the failing faith
Of hope; by deed, indeed undo the fates
And tortured agonies of conscious thralldom
Where is lost all joy of life, a captive fool to chance
Too backward glancing, like a cornered beast.
What trial of battered hope and utmost strain
That tends through loss to face the awful pain
Of every life; a test of worthy aims
Fit better to perfect the wayward thought
Than all insistent law once sought to fill
With worth more tangible! Yet we may see
Our heart reflect truth’s light assured in love
Not measured by the whims of striving will
Nor held submissive to the glint of time;
So shall we bring forth care, both tried and true
To firmly fix the soul’s expectancies
Upon that sacred liberty in love’s remand;
Perhaps then better prove our way when tried severe
Where heart's necessity masters extremes
Of hope and loss that speaks experience
And quaff the dregs of strife; perhaps commune
With families unseen and tribes of men
Forgot, by them forgot who vainly claim
Their proof of worth by pride and every way
Consumption in the way of selfishness.
Such petty means of outward show and gain
Heaped, starry eyed, with fraud of pride in self…
Corrupted and corrupting will that feigns
The rites of men 'gainst loss; real loss unknown
In those that count the outward show of things!
But love, the heart of knowing, evident
In those once proven true, accounts no thing
As seen through vulgar veils, times’ niceties.
Such pomp depraved is that, the outward garb
With which failed faith relieves the inward dross
In outward style, the false romantic flair
That postures worth, though no good intends
Save praise, to some their world’s acclaim as seems
Where honesty of heart is naught to glut
The appetites of I. But firmly brave
The proven fast, laying down the greedy strife
For consummating grace and unity.
Thought by thought, deed by deed their love leads on
To lasting worth and peace, which even death
With its dread severance shan't separate
Once sympathetic souls have humbly met.
More wondrous then to own this strife of life
Which, in the balance, can resolve all thoughts
And, by contrition, prove an upright goad
Of mercy, yielding still an outward balm
For inward wounds and, by that salving oil
Of grace best remedy the complex wrong.
What draught of life is here in unity
Of pain, hope, faith, and love in which is found
Our great humanity! Such awful web
Of night and day to interweave the heart
That, careful tending, yields a sweet fragrance
Of liberty and peace to waft along
The soul’s communion; vibrant as a rose
Its scent of grace, unfolding evermore
The virtue of our magnanimity!
This work intends on strife-revealing trials
To open the way of sojourn hearts
Which, too long groaning, they contend the while
And fix not, pierced through with searing darts
Of cruel despite. The back and not the front
They would pursue and turn away the thought
Which, rightly meek, could otherwise wax blunt
The plaint of sorrow, though not falsely wrought.
Such vale they pass, and must, which set before
Is flood with tears, like all, for grace remiss…
Unkindly given, faithfully now born-
Both cheeks for smiting, doubly felt love's kiss.
Forbearing calls of tempting wrath uncouth
They still the soul with love to love in truth.
Miners do not bemoan their lot or odds
Toiling amidst the mountains for the boon
Of rare and costly things, nor curse the gods
That one is later rich, one richer soon.
Attentiveness they hold who early reap
The treasure that's around them secret sown
While into every crevice careful peek
To pluck what heedless others pass unowned.
Life is not slack to proffer all the glee
Of finding under foot their stainless wealth
If but their waking heart may, pious, see
The twinkling vision slipped the soul in stealth.
Though fools to fortune's way too tempted cling
A Memory conserves all worthy things.
Behold the plowman's good who does not know
To rend the fallow is a noble work
And sluggard helper who rose not to sow
For early rains, and still the labor shirks.
All seasons come upon a favored time
Accounting naturally important ends
And turn together, pending as this rhyme
To pass one into each toward that they tend.
So lives the heart, all dispositions moved
Proportionate to their respective toil
And meet the trial of reasons, thorough proved
To blend experience for richer soil.
Such constancy lays hold upon the tares
And garners truth in joy of harvest tears.
The carpenters, with line and cornered rule
Perfect their work, all purposes befitting;
Discerning every plane, they make it true
To need and art, nothing good omitting.
Time, space, and material, they well acquaint
To suit what in idea they have known
And do not reckon aimlessly to joint
The forms of care which discipline bestows.
Determining at first, their soul aspires
With upright means to prove a steady norm
In outward style, contracting the attire
To fit, more solid, ‘gainst the pending storms.
All ends appraised, no castle in the air
They raise integrity’s undoubted lair.
The shifting winds of glancing pride toss on
The ship of fools’ ambition ere the port
Of youth is left, though life will not disport
With careless confidence and vulgar throngs.
Awake you sleepers, grab onto the helm
Of discipline and keep a watchful eye
For them false prophets' quackery that o’er whelms
The use of reason; now, the trial draws nigh!
Set ores to deeper waters, brave the depths
Of judgment, yet retain a stern relief
'gainst barking cynicism, which has cleft
Many strong bow upon the siren’s reef.
The hero braves our dark where Dagon preys
And plucks the opal gem from wisdom's lay.
Seeming and unseemly, like and dislike
The teeter and the totter is such play
Of mind and meaning, cause and mirrored sight
Which founding can confound the night with day.
Such child is parent to the man while life
On loss is nourished; so a fusion rules
The universe in verse, returning strife
To compound allegory, deft endued.
Now what in words the wise of men contend
Consistent with or contrawise contrived
Thought veers centripetal as spirit bends
Like Mercury, upon the circumscribed.
So understanding, with a salty might
Transforms the fixed, in point of solving light.
A trial’s invocation always lends
Two ways to go, some lonely thoughts determined;
An other, proven days of grace extends
And once encompassed, all sure hope resounds.
What outward and destructive ways are there
In boasted things and impish aspirations
Now darkens careless souls to proudly bear
The cruelty of vulgar estimations;
Though as an envoy of the light there’s one
That demonstrates a human dignity
To all the world, illumined as the Sun
In freedom of divine posterity.
Such paragon of peace must ever live
In conquest of the other's death and sin.
As donning faces on the shift of things
Accommodation is the passing rite
That gives a semblance to the newest things
Where right or wrong, as given's, always nice.
What boasting won, in things of present worth
Then quits for certain as both night and day
Impose fierce gauntlets which, ordained by birth
Initiates all to humanity.
Whether comes fair or foul, life ever is
Between what was, perhaps that which shall be
Where nothing good's received, nothing given
Except that wrought upon integrity.
More prudent hearts, in seeming-self discern
What loss to own, what gains to yet forgo.
No longer bothered in the waking hours
To vex the soul with thoughts of proud reproof
They lighten every gloom with kinder bowers
Of firm affections for shared primal youth.
Life’s promises they keep, which sooner turn
On admiration of a sincere care
That judges not but, ever ready, learns-
What good or bad, by name, is common shared.
So being one within a true respect
They will no more contend with right or wrong
Nor weary dawning days with old regrets
But offer thanks in sacrament of song.
At last they love in truth and constant live
By word of grace, their best of care to give.
Confessing nothing rash to vainly give
An estimation of life’s awesome span
They overcome the world and constant live
By faith, submitting as is fit to stand.
Too soon, contesting banter comes about
On winds of contradiction, outward born
For inward wreck upon the teeth of doubt
As partial ways from seeming-self are shorn.
But owning what is due in right respect
Of station that sets men among the stars
So darkly, comes a night to recollect
Those cares that found and follies each discharged.
Without more striving then, their way bestows
A humble truth, in love more plainly known.
Now comes the proof upon transcending will
To study every thought and whispered care
In what is sought and how may grace distill
The phantom soul; from private ways to bear
All things of good and evil in compound
As strange concoctions are at first the mead
Of sojourn ways, the ancient roots to bound
With vital links of continuity.
No star of vacant hope to glimpse at first
Where subtle intimations strike the mind
For sacred unction, urging on a birth
Through shadowed veils of self and misty kinds.
Once found in each, born by integrity
They compass perfect care to open up
The fount of golden youth while Manhood’s key
Unlocks the treasures of salvific sup.
Such ripened grace of knowing, rightly heard
Stores up the nations, garnering the world.
O vision in the heart of Man, more true
To magnify the deed and, pure as gold
Prove equity of faith in each that holds
As dung all things which strife and pride once lured.
Allied and filling up the high measure
Of righteousness, with precepts born of love
Now rectify our will, drawing treasures
From Pluto's misty shrine and dank abode.
Steadfast, O raise these lamps and truth reflect
In awesome wonders of life’s unity
While nothing of our tears let us regret
Nor grant a loss to love's great sanctity.
Great mystery, though measured in the known
It rises, all in each and each in all!
Who knows what by the sacred sight is plied
For proofs more sturdy, sought upon the word
To shape the justice of our dawning days
And lift to yet new life the palling world?
More subtle than the silent creep of time
It slips on by, like shadows of a dream
To pierce beneath the hustle and the grind
Of souls, too careless snared by cruel disdain.
Not here or there in sweetened sympathy
Nor couched in dainty flirting of the mind
Comes forms of light and golden verity
Clothed in itself, itself a world sublime.
Substance of being, hope without a fear
The proven faith, indemnified with tears.
Ten thousand times ten thousand worlds employed
The weight and number, light and vast devoid
Before this careful seat could faith enjoin
As heaven’s solar dame to the sublime.
Compressed within its bowels, this work's distress
From many tears of trial brings forth one stone
Which rare carbunculus the sage invest
With value, their beloved to adorn.
But this and all true wonders have not shown
What men and women may, in time, bequeath
As one fleet breath of aurum spirit, born
To comprehend and compliment the rest.
Such pains of birth have justified the odds
In consummate of Man, revealing God!
The intimations of our golden youth
Are whispering the dreams of Manhood-
Shadowed ways of speechless meaning
Which in kind with ambient stars
Quarterly describe, in sudden play
The chiming of a universal soul
Whose consort is a universal heart
In man or woman, ever yielding scales
From pole to pole the hermeneutic art.
Sweet songs of knowing, harmonies in time
Resolved, upwelling, urging on the climb
Of sacred being, born to unify…
Conceived of ash, from ash to mount the skies
On wings supernal, loft on fiery reigns
To ring the victor’s anthem and the aims
Of truth and love for life’s enduring worth!
- O fair noblesse and sweet repose
- Of sacred care, always we hold you dear
- In trials of election and sojourning.
- Your constant grace, deep from within, unfolds
- To free the captive thought and lonely fears
- Of desperate nights and homesick yearning.
At last in you we find the kindliness
- Of heart, whose honored worth is bright as gold
- To phantom souls and this, more darkened, world.
- Your equipage and host of tenderness
- Wrought pure intent, more bright than has been told
- Of truth by men, the best of mind unfurled!
- Let none forget, in you we find our rest
From whom we’re born, to whom we must return
Our hope of innocence, in us the best
Of love, whose lamp must ever inward burn.
Mystery of love that sends
In timeless whispers, on the mend
Of heart and mind, eternal tides
Of being; faith unto sacred faith
Raising up the ancient gates
Where mercy ever abides.
Patiently our silvered dove
Has preened the pinions of our love
Recouping every bit of life’s content.
Alack, whose awful beauty drapes the sea
And broods the dark on holy wings of peace
A train of captives, born to pure intent!
Now working yet upon the day
Though battered in the idols’ fray
We overcome the world and show forth
The proven heart, all vagrant will disposed;
Not trusting in those shadowy ways
But piercing what, upon the naked eye
Has haunted love, too dimly beheld.
While alone the thought matured
No social pacts allied the tortured doubts
But rose upon the gate beautiful
Acceptance and supplication
Our universal worth, more brightly lit.
In recess of the world I'd rather be
Than in the courts of kings a foolish thrall
To vain ambitions or moneyed servitude!
Free to live with honest contemplation
Though poor for that accounting among men
I'd scan the awesome work above, bright heavens
Fixed and revolving orbs set in their glory-
Arrayed expanse and fierce infinitude.
Mystic mirror, image of the heart
Breathing the life and endless age
Of generation, countless among men!
Heigh now upon the hearth, sweet influence
Kind ways of sojourn fate and drain the dregs
Inveterate with truth to staunch this self
For all restoring hopes, more than can hold
And saturate life, now boundless poured
With countless kin. So would we reap
The writ which sages let pour down
- In proof that worthy souls ever live
Each one in each, that none may ever die
But as the heavens, continue on
With cups profuse and on each other flown
Though for countless years our fixed orbs expired.
Together then we show the godliness
Which, for integrity, cannot waver
Or be shook off the sphere of unity-
Each found in each by semblance's sublime
Supernal, resplendent, on wings of grace
Traversing life in our most noble fame
Of continuity, owning the law
And seal by which we’re sealed in stamp of God.
May never any thought contend to strive
For other worth, true worth best justified
By what transcends the part, no bit denied
Of universal good in common chords
Which year to year, age to age, proves the same;
But speak of hope, which, lodestone of the wise
Can hold steadfast the will in sympathy
With lives of men, though by death over-shroud…
The equity of heart in constancy
That frees the soul to broad consideration
And looses all dogmatic claims of power
With salty understanding. Here mercy sits
As guard over the heart to weigh all thoughts
Which cynic souls may, ruthless, barking forth
Condemn, and in it wreck the latent good…
So cruel is spite and worthless is the theme
Of selfish ways and proud experience.
Such wretched pride would ever delegate
Our worth, and delegating block the way
For peace, resigning each as slaves to chance
- Cut off from cares that keep the hearth of life.
But equity must own the ways of each
Lest vain assuredness be hasty weighed
Unequal worth, to sanctioned cliques imputed.
Thus preferences must tip the scale for war
And Mars cut short in wrath our ancient climb.
Worthless thought, dastard ignobility
That lifts a law’s conception over others-
Our brothers, sisters, friends, remaining self
Which met could bring to whole our fractured lives!
But let one live in each and each in all
Then would we raise the torch of unity
And, with respectful patience, comprehend
The fateful chords that make for this sojourn.
Once found in each, each other’s best admired
The heart would grow in love’s sweet communion
And mercy, our best fruit, would rise to fill
The yearning soul, each other’s burdens eased
Which sensed in loneliness, the wastes of pain
Is guided home at last with kindliness.
Doubtless, none is proven without love
Which, ever faithful, seeks to mitigate
The toil of one so snared with wretched fates
That desperately they fall from out the light
Unwitting to be pierced with seething pain
Of spite, the bitter herb of discontent.
Then pride and blame forsake love’s law which spoke-
Love others as you love yourself
For all men, as is common to be known
Seek first their private fare and, if well done
Perchance may cast a glance to other’s need.
Of all work here, such as may be done
None’s more worthy of praise as this one is
Who sets aside the cruelty that demands
A brutal blow, more blows returned in measure
Of recompense, but seeks still to reconcile
The complex wrong, by men construed; takes two
For what is called offense, yet not one care
To be avenged, only that innocence
Might soon return. Love’s loss of part is
bane.
Should yet be lost this simple care of grace
Where equity of heart yields every hope
In ransom of the wronged from natal care…
Then quake, comes marshal strife and astral war!
Such vengeance must abide the reckoned thoughts
That urge despite and beastly remonstrance
As howling down of night, with fury spent.
But throwing off conceit, the heart may live
No more self-proud in cruel estimations
But fix in soul the welfare of our whole
And demonstrate that consanguinity
Whose fruit so freely from one root is trained
To generosity, no justice won
By privilege or the pacts of honored caste…
Then owning every potent jot for good
The heart sure holds, no respect at all
For cliques of interest preference justified
Our state may prove its best, more true below
With perfect sympathy, once born for all
Except those proud hypocrites who style themselves
Elect of God, which frowning knaves of Saturn’s law
Throw shadowed ranks and darken every day
With judgment. Alas, the scrolling sight that
sought
No condemnation, ‘clean/unclean’, but in love
Shown bright with mercy, ever fit for all
Confirming peace at last, all ways conjoined!
Though in the public place arrives
A winnowing on wisdom’s wind
And threshers haste to finalize
The harvest of its sifting breath
Yet orphans cry and widows plead
Their plight before the sacred site
Where seers peer upon the hearth
Of ages, garnering their end.
Durandus von Meissen-
Author and Architect of BeingQuest
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