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Sacred Hymns Part 2

September 17, 2010
Hymn #51

In the desert of Love
the droplets that the
greedy call ‘droplets’
are oceans of Love.

God.

Be careful of asking
suspicion for permission.

September 25, 2010
Hymn #52
Hymn for Michael

No more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,
no more lost little boy,

You’re in the Kingdom of my graces,
stay alert, healthy, remember
No feather sharing with bodies of fire!
No feather sharing with bodies of fire!

Rejoice in the succulent that is You,
you are the desert cactus
blooming in my eyes,
covered with planetary systems
and birthing galaxies,

You are a servant,
the mineral kingdom has a King,
that Prince is Me,

The majesty that’s in you,

The majesty that’s individuality is
the conquestor of all echoes coming
from God’s lovemaking,

I am the white hot snow,
no freezing,
no melting,

Only arriving in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,
in your eyes,

Be the Amen at the end of every
prayer that your deeds create,

Be the So Be It at the end of every
gesture you make towards life,

A generous heart is what the
majesty has given you.

Rejoice in the generous waterfall
of gold bullion and rainbow cannons,
double barreled protectors of this
Spaceship of Endless Love for your
gift of Beating Heart Generosity.

Amen.

September 25, 2010
Hymn #53
To Anna (Anne) from the
Sisters of the Galactic Sun

Be the emerald that lasts,
be the breeze that never
considers itself a hurricane,
be the taker of disease,
not the co-conspirator,

Your destiny is to go beyond
what has been enacted upon
your flesh-kingdom, the flesh
does not belong to you, it is not
something fundamentally meant
to be a soul-possession,

Souls are incarnated into the
skin cells of the fallen angel’s
reign, this is ALL, the suffering
is the nightmare of Nightmare
wide awake,

Be the Autumn leaves and cool
falling snow for your father,
be the promiser of better seasons,
be the protector of the difficult
egg he is in,
be the nest builder and womanly-
provider for his labor pains:

All souls suffer labor pain,
all souls mistake the crying of
another as blame,
as victimhood,
this is the nature of the ego,
to only see itself,
loosing or gaining through
another’s self-expression of
horror and pain:

Drop the worry and revenge,
drop the infestations and allow
your heart to rise to the occasion,
the Buddhist’s Wheel of Life will
deliver the occasion to you a
trillion times until you become
the Holy Hand servant your
fathomless God-Heart has in
store for your presence-stirring
to aspire beyond wishing wells,
stars and looking at both ends of
the rainbow.

Blessed Be!!
Blessed Be!!
Blessed Be!!

October 15/16, 2010
Hymn #54

I am writing from the unity of
what I’ve found to be true
to my behavior,
the emerald of my eyes
in conscience cleared with
molten gold and lotus blossoms.

Here is where terrible skeletons
end their stories,
at this doorstep of mercy,
forgiveness and eternal
gardening of the lover within
who is neither the wise owl
protected by talons and 360
degree turnabouts,
nor the scorpion
on the top of Serket’s head,
it is the clarity who existed
before all else.

All else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you,
all else is here in you.

Amen

Jesus Christos,
Son Savior of Man and
Womankind in this body.

October 19/20, 2010
Hymn #55
Hymn for Season

You are here sister
from the fire-kin you’ve
resurrected into this world
from the kingdom of the
salamander and iron ore,

You Steel-sister of the
galactic-kiss,
deeds so deep,
the echoes you’re caught up
in are for his redemption,
the exhales of the fallen angel,
the input into your free willed
heart, the ache that’s mountainous
and the majesty that is the calling
to your kingdomness calm,

Evil and desire walk this orb
as the garden of his freewill too,

That he must suffer into his
crystal cavern soul kind,
to touch his father with love
and to also leave that tiger-kingdom
to begin again the reintegration of
God’s immortality,
God’s immortality.

January 8, 2011
Hymn #56

Redemption’s long awaited
birthplace in the imprint of
your alive iris beaming the
shade of Eternity’s potential,
the non-sacrifice of the
purple unicorn,
the orange alive Lilly-fairy,
the yellow sage serpent,
the blue peacock with a
thousand heads and a comet tail,
the white fairy of living ice,
the helpers of Fate,
the assistants of Goodness,
the legion of servants made of
green emerald waterfalls handing
flocks of hummingbirds to
God’s inhale.

Amen (x20)

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #57

Ruby emerald patience with Evil…

Diamond Stomachs for the
cries of pain,

God-jewel heart beating its truth,
hanging on the vines of its body’s
jungle, giving always,
even severed vines sprout roots
in mid-air to reach for the
Cauldron of Gaia’s Loving ALL.

To spread your worth,
to share your reflection,
to be that which shows others
that smiling from non-attachment
is IT,

Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!
Noah’s ark is your heart!

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #58

You can spend Eternity’s worth
on your knees and circling the
Kaaba or

listen to me,
turn to your neighbor
as he and she is Me,
I surround you on all sides,
I am the temple that cannot
be of entrances and exits,
these portals are constructs
of the ego within the play
of freewill,

The manifest world
is the cradle of
Gods and Satan’s,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests,
this is where all manifests.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #59

Visit the prisons,
do not let their barbed wire
keep your unconditional love out…

Be at step with the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,
the Horn of Plenty,

Be the honey giver, bold,
with intelligence of purpose
and not pride of serving
the stalemate of contrasting
your guilty conscience.

Sing, Ogum!
Ogum! (x10)

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #60

The spawning of the
gold green dolphin-skinned
immortal souls swimming
in God’s Blood.

HERE

There is no pride in drinking
diamond infested mortal-red-soup,
churned by the beats
of your fireplace God-Mother
Heart of Hearts,

Listen,
Learn,
Love,
Longevity of staying
where you are while in love
in the garden of creating the You,
the you in the seed’s dream,
the you in the seed’s dream,
the you in the seed’s dream,
the you in the seed’s dream,
the you in the seed’s dream,
the you in the seed’s dream.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #61

Dance me onto this human
being YOU!

The reader of my heart,
the reader of my heart,
the reader of my heart,
the reader of my heart,
the reader of my heart,

Eucalyptus warns and clears,
Jasmine warms and welcomes,
Clary Sage grounds and builds ships,

Juniper destroys wealth of pride
and welcomes the bride of oneness.

Sage is the eagle’s screech and the
midnight’s owl-landing throne,
you are the maker of its content.

Rosemary raises the dead and
instructs their disease into holy
communion with Conscious
Conscience, the Science of Free
Will’s domain.

Opopanax carries the power of
the dinosaurs’ eternal wisdom in
God’s primordial era-eternity-kingdom.

Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.
Sing me into your human being song.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #62

Everything has the power of God,

Lonesomeness is power,
Depression is power,
Insanity is power,

All expression is the galactic
on-switch of his willing song…

To flute you through the kingdoms
of heaven and hell, the mighty
passions of God on High,
of God on High,
of God on High,
of God on High,
of God on High,
of God on High,
of God on High,

This unity,
This perseverance,
This wireless fence line called
North and South poles,

This spinning orbital tally
of wealth surprising poverty
of soul,

The kind and dead rise together,
hand in hand,
Brides and Grooms of Eternity’s
heightless steeple with crosses
birthing gold!

With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!
With crosses birthing gold!

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #63

I am Kali

I am the caregiver and undertaker
that never stops being awake from
resting,

I am that The I am said itself
into existence as I am that,

I am the breath without a
body-in-lungs,

I am the ferocious leap
without legs or claws,

I am the sight before eyes
were invented,

I am the 7th heaven’s witching
hour of 14 o’clock,

I am the deliverer of polar bears
made of rubies and hearths where
men of men do not die for war’s
mortal gain,

I am the stepping stone of all angels
and the groan that reminds them to
behave, to behave.

To behave,
to behave,
to behave,
to behave,
to behave.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #64

To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!
To be free!

To be this I am ME!
ME,
ME,
ME,

This boneless breath outlining
how the stained glass window
is held together, not to forget
the dull, heavy God-lead that
embraces the glorious transparency
of Holy will to Love eternal.

Jaws of Emerald Fangs dripping
with cosmic juices who bring
plantations of apples and pomegranates
to faint, losing their fruit early for
the sake of Sacred Nakedness in the
purity of a sun rising sonnet of angels
beyond Light’s ability to show enough,
where Light dies and lives in the angels’
pulse rate.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #65

The sound of angels can be found
in a frown,

The sound of angels can be found
in an accidental death,

The sound of angels can be found
in a cattail losing its body-bride
surrounding in a late night gust,
the quick hello that’s a purple
waterfall in Goodbye’s mouth
drying to say ‘I love you forever’
while being so deeply kissed,

deeply kissed,
deeply kissed,
deeply kissed,
deeply kissed,

This stone’s throw away,
this proximity to God’s ‘hello’,
to God’s ‘goodbye’,
to God’s endlessness,
his endlessness necessity,

His fertilizer,
His egg kingdom that commands
Life to come and roam the deserts
of boredom, bringing thrones of
laughter and surprise.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #66

The difficult song bringer,
giver, taker and partaker,

The left alone,
the righteous silence of Greed’s last
breath in a desert where all turns to
reveal that each granule of what was
‘seen’ as worthless sand is solid gold
of trillion squared to Infinity’s relaxation
of counting by numerals.

This dance,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,
the call to heal,

Such is this medicinal way to the
Heart’s stopping point,
the roundabout that has no entrance
nor retreat,
where paint paints itself as a corner
and not into one,
this breathless pause of a silver
haired cherub’s smiling as the
vomit of death feeds lotuses
blooming.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #67

Into this roaring yawn calling
Love to jump from piles of
rainbows into your pain,

To leap fearlessly into the
emotions of grief, resentment,
anger, spite, revenge, murder,
and blackmail,

To breathe the white dragon’s
sense into these forms of
detrimental seeds,

To take down the No Trespassing
Signs, The Danger Signs,
The Guard Dog Signs,

To be the touch that has its
own fingers, to grip itself
and to touch with Fire Baptismal
Ferocity in Righteousness,
to lend beholding to Evil,

For a precious moment to say
that this I AM is meant to be,
without the news of Judgment
and condemnation, without
punishment’s greed in revenge.

Amen

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #68

In this might,
in this might,
in this might,
in this might,
in this might,
in this might,

The Citadel of no worries,
The blue flag of a million
penguins,
The Savior is the Water,
The Will is the Land,
The Freedom is the Womb,
The Imprisonment is the
pathway to righteousness,
to righteousness, (x10)

To be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,
to be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,
to be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,
to be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,
to be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,
to be the twinkle in the
hummingbird’s eyes,

To be Moses’ staff,
to go beyond the serpent form,
to marry Formlessness.

Amen

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #69

The warm homestead of serving
righteousness,
The warm lap of no over breeding,
to be the moderate-womb,
inspecting resources
and ability to support Life.

The Land of the misery
of bringing Life
into Lifelessness!

Hail,
Hail,
Mother Mary,
Have mercy on the Sister slayers
of the Feminine,
Have mercy on their minds,
as such galactic forces dance
the brain into fashion and
grave alike.

Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’
Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’
Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’
Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’
Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’
Kissing cold tombstones ‘hello.’

Hail Mother Mary,
have mercy on their scorpion ways!

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #70

Reactions are divine gifts,
they are the combination of
planetary vibrational signatures
releasing the responsibility to be
a living creation in God’s kingdom
and a family tree acorn-spirit.

Hail the King and Queen of the
Celestial gateway of orphans,
convicts and those people called
‘useless’ and ‘strange.’

The Holy Seraphim of Forgiveness,
of the fourth-fold path of red carpets
ablaze with those beings who have
retired the physical heart to embrace
livinghood itself as a craft of God’s
creation will.

Hail!
Hail! (x20)

Love thy neighbor as a child of
God’s almighty reason to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE,
to BE.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #71

Sing to my heights,
The Helper Maiden to Christ
the redeemer of Human Form,
the Holy calculations of the
Divine Fortune of
the Unmanifested.

Sing to the brothers,
the Lock and the Key,
the lock and the key to finding
the Self without self,
the all in the mighty,
the dove nestled in Love,
the eye nestled in the Blind.

Kali Loves doves!
Great creator as she!
Great snow Empress of soothing
the sores of galaxies colliding,

The Hymn-master to grieving
angels, the aspirin-maiden for
angelic transformations.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #72

Happy trails to the cherubim
beyond Valentine’s Day,
beyond the symbolism of memory,
beyond the signals of Ego
and Want.

To live and breathe with Purpose
in Unconditional Love,

The truth of MATTER!

OF MATTER!

The truth of the egg’s habitat
and purpose of being,

The silence of a drum being
stretched,

The silence of a monkey’s yawn,
the silence surrounding the droplets
who’ll become the glory of God’s
waterfall coming.

The purity of Prosperity
founded in Holy poverty.

Hail! (x10)

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #73

Sonnet to Come,
Kingdom in the sweat of your
trying to plant a garden where
weeds feed and germs celebrate
the death of having enough as
I AM.

The world of whirling dervishes,
the majesty of a wealth of poets!

No regret comes to the duty-filled
soul, unified in Unconditional Love
and Compassion for Ignorance.

Purge Anger or Bothersomeness
around serving the old,
the complaining,
the screaming,
the bed-sore swollen,

Purge the selfishness that cannot
cope with the suffering of Ego’s
will-less Conscience.

Amen (x10)

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #74

The disciple of Love entering
the kingdom of darkness
harkening to trumpets
underwater!

The kingdom of ‘seeing is believing.’
The kingdom of ‘tasting is flavor.’
The kingdom of ‘feeling is
togetherness with form and
formlessness.’
The kingdom of ‘smelling because
the origins of such are whispering.’
The kingdom of ‘hearing the voice
of God’s promise to deliver you
home again and again, redeemed
and unredeemed alike.

“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”
“The Last Shall be first.”

To love the way out of
Evil’s game play,

Out of Evil’s toy shop
and hobbies of Greed’s
make believes.

Amen.

January 13/14, 2011
Hymn #75

Black onyx beetle nearing
the emerald-eyed YOU.

The bequeathed one to the
Black Hummingbird’s song,

The bequeathed one to the hay
stack’s song,

The bequeathed one to the poet’s
graveside pause,

The bequeathed one to the grape
seed’s dream to be wine,

Yes (x10)

To Be this I AM,
To fly inside the team of horses
called ‘I won’t’ and ‘I can’t.’

To call upon the union of
Yes and No,

To call upon the none
and the similar,

To call upon the Once Upon
a Time, to be this time
for Eternity’s following
as the living shadow of God.

Amen.