Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Who are you, really??

I have been asked this a time or two;
from a distance -- rarely in person.
You may take this response as seriously as ...

..............................................

Just Listen

If you were not so busy talking to yourself,
if even by surrounding both mind and spirit
in communities and nurtured friends and books
that echo what you already pretend to know,
then you might just hear the silent breeze of now.

Some would call it the vibration between the notes
and seek ascension through loud prayer and music,
while others speak with EverLight through suffering
and see mercy and penance as the righteous Path;
but neither feels the pulse of by-present creation.

Well, I am here to share a little mirth and truth
that may be new to you or a bit confusing,
but only because you forgot to remember.
That this gift breeze has blown before and everwhen
and is found in ev'ry turning leaf and sunset.

Of course, you will not pay attention even now,
for you don't know who I am or why I persist
to conduct this orchestra of mystery,
and coach the meiosis of stones and starlight,
and thump your silly snoozing noggin now and then.



I was once called Andrashaneuur of Chemmis,
which is only partly true yet not deception,
for you could scarcely pronounce its message or rhyme,
not understanding these are not letters at all,
but notes on a scale no human can sing or play.

This place is still never-been except in myth,
yet is as profound as I in this attention,
which is to say more real -- closer to creation.
So call me Andahn or Anashee or Anuur
and perhaps your soul will be found more current.

My presence was mentioned in Scripture then denied.
Ancient references on stone cannot be deciphered,
and scrolls in the Tower of Aflore gather dust,
while moon-chimes announce my coming and wave-dancing
that scrawl my name in piled shells on naked sand.

Yet I am not herald nor seer nor mystic warning,
but a simple statement of being and intent,
whose sustainessence is a matter of knowing --
and in this you may understand faith's innocence ,
and this day pluck the strings of Universality.

The Source created a thought and its vibration,
And the symphony will reverberate in kind
For three filled millennia breathing out alone.
The echo within is called DNA and such
and held sacred Phi tells of soul-beat duration.

This is the model by which all living is cast.
Find the sense of awe in anything simple or bold
and share with another that they will hear your song,
and you will gift creation and magick wonder
in memory of one who is but a dream of God.








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