Continuum

It is finished
Though Death is but a comma
For, within the fruit, the seed
As Phoenix to eternal Sun
In its end it is begun

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From grace to grace

From grace to grace
we fall
we rise
receive and sacrifice
each death
unto a newer life

Piece by piece
and slice by slice
all bear and bring
each part to Light

Embrace the apple’s secret heart
blood the wine
leaven the bread
and taste the Sun
in Rosa Mundi’s
fiery breath

Wake up!

Between the seeming
life and death
of modern gods
and sleeping lords
by aeons touched
is just a breath
of consciousness
arisen in dimensions dreamed
by Human Beings being
but
Wake up! Wake up!
You’ve slept enough.

Who killed Democracy?

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
.’ ~ William Blake

~*~
Who killed Democracy?
We, sighed the People,
With our blind eye,
We killed Democracy.
Who saw it die?
I, replied Everyone,
By complacent idling,
I saw it die.
Who bought its blood?
Us, cried the corporations,
With our disregard for nation,
We bought its blood.
Who’ll make its shroud?
We, sang the rich and proud,
With our crony vows,
We’ll make its shroud.
Who’ll dig its grave?
Us, say the governments,
With disempowerment,
We’ll dig its grave.
Who’ll toll the bell?
They, knelling in extremis,
Visioning hell,
They’ll toll the bell.
Who’ll be chief mourner?
We, cried all,
With our heart and soul,
We’ll chiefly mourn.
And the World fell a-sobbing
And a-sighing for a sacrifice
Relying on its hope to be reborn.