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Breath of Heaven...
Hold me together...
Be forever
near
Me...
Breath of Heaven...
Lighten my Darkness...
Pour over
Me...
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12.21.2011
12.20.2011
epOch
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What's my name?
That which I'm known as no longer holds Me.
The length of my arm reaches into The Sea,
The rivers and trickles have filled it to here,
But the sources are blurry and frosted with
Fear.
When something is seen, it can no longer hide.
When something is realized, it cannot be denied.
When something is both— and still it survives—
What does it mean to the Organ inside?
The trail of Her leads us all forward through night.
The scent of Her guides Me to darkness so bright.
How did I come to this planet with sight
To perceive all these Aeons losing the Fight...
Lloyd Matthew Thompson
12.20.2011 — 04:57pm
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12.06.2011
[ BaL(ove)ance ]
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When Love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as Love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall Love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your Heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's Heart.
But if, in your fear, you would seek only Love's peace and Love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of Love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For Love is sufficient unto Love.
When you Love you should not say, "God is in my Heart," but rather, "I am in the Heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of Love, for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill Itself.
But if you Love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of Love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of Loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate Love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips...
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as Love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall Love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your Heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's Heart.
But if, in your fear, you would seek only Love's peace and Love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of Love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For Love is sufficient unto Love.
When you Love you should not say, "God is in my Heart," but rather, "I am in the Heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of Love, for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill Itself.
But if you Love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of Love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of Loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate Love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips...
[Kahlil Gibran] The Prophet
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11.03.2011
I See...
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Help me, if you can...
it's just that this...
is not the way I'm wired,
so could you please help me
understand
why...
But here I am expecting just a little bit
too much from
the wounded....
But I see....
see through it all...
see through...
see You.
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10.13.2011
Au Revoir
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The older I grow, the more everything else changes.
Is it everything else, or mySELF?
Mind is truly Master on this planet.
Want something? Fixate on it, and that's all you see, think, hear, dream...
Don't want something? Fixate on it, and that's all you see, think, hear, dream...
It is more than high time to embark on the pilgrimage from the A to the Be.
No more talk.
No more dreamy reflecting.
I have reached the Age to truly realize what is real in this Land and what is not...
A total essence Walkabout.
Nice knowin' ya.
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9.26.2011
As I Will
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Darksome Night and Shining Moon
Balance of the Dark and Light,
Hearken ye my Witch's Rune,
As I perform my sacred Rite.
With Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
By blade and bowl and circle round,
I come to you with my desire:
Let all that is hidden now be found!
With censor, candle, book and sword,
And ringing of the altar bell,
I tie a knot within my Cord
To bind my Magic in a spell.
Mother of the Summer Fields,
Goddess of the Silver Moon,
Join with me as power builds!
Dance with me my Witch's Rune!
Father of the Summer Dew
Hunter of the Winter Snows
With open arms I welcome you!
Dance with me as power grows!
By all the light of Moon and Sun,
By all the might of Land and Sea,
I chant the Rune and it is done.
Balance of the Dark and Light,
Hearken ye my Witch's Rune,
As I perform my sacred Rite.
With Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
By blade and bowl and circle round,
I come to you with my desire:
Let all that is hidden now be found!
With censor, candle, book and sword,
And ringing of the altar bell,
I tie a knot within my Cord
To bind my Magic in a spell.
Mother of the Summer Fields,
Goddess of the Silver Moon,
Join with me as power builds!
Dance with me my Witch's Rune!
Father of the Summer Dew
Hunter of the Winter Snows
With open arms I welcome you!
Dance with me as power grows!
By all the light of Moon and Sun,
By all the might of Land and Sea,
I chant the Rune and it is done.
As I will, so mote it be!
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7.24.2011
Mummified
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Where have I been?
What the hell have I been doing??
It seems at some point in the last month I acquired ancient Egyptian gauze.
Then I proceeded to enshroud myself a couple hundred times.
Mummified.
Entombed?
Well, Anubis is looming... and Thoth is near at hand....
Will these Feathers redeem my weight?
Will the wait redeem these Feathers?
I long for the Halls,
Sick of the walls,
The lines of my Earth
Must be crowning for Birth....
unravelme.
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6.26.2011
Happybirfdaytime Day!
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Julia's first birthday party was a BLAST!
She loved all the attention of her "Happy Birfdaytime Day" and thinks it should be her Birfdaytime ALL the time!
Mainly for the sugar and cheetopoofees, I think. LOL
I ask, "How old are you now, JuJu?"
And her say, "Wuh!"
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6.24.2011
the.ONE
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There are a plethora of Timekeepers which bookmark far more than a simple calendar can ever hope and dream to keep track of. New years begin with all sorts of events!
In fact, I propose a motion the calendar just go ahead and be reset at this very moment, and therefore this day be considered New Year's Eve... for on the morrow, one year hence, unto us a Child was born... and not just any child, this... no, THE child... the One to change the world—
MY world.
It was this day one year ago Melissa and I loaded up and headed for the hospital... anxious... excited... nervous... thrilled... scared... ecstatic... unknowing... delighted.
Our daughter was coming!
O the cry of pure JOY that escaped my lips, that mixed media of laughter and tears at five in the morning when I first beheld my Julia, tiny and naked, emerge and be laid on the outside of my incredible wife's belly, where five moments before, she had just been within...
O the relief at the safety of Mother and Child, my Beloved Goddesses, alive and well!
O the pride that swelled from inside! My wife had done that! MY wife! MINE!
O the crumbling of the walls of my Heart... I am a Father! I am a Father... and I am Loved... Loved by these Goddesses unconditionally...
And now the planet has completed another full trek...
And my daughter can nearly walk on her own!
She points and says, "THAT!"
She barks and pants like a dog as she crawls on the floor, and calls for her Daddy when he's gone for too long... then refuses to part from his arms until jammies are on...
She hugs and she kisses, and goes shopping for shoes...
She knows the parts of her body, and lives for a bath...
She tries to change her own diaper, and get dressed by herself...
She sings to the butterflies, and crawls in our laps with a book...
She can tell when her food is not the same as all ours, and can shove a whole playpen to both ends of the house!
She dismantles our structures— Lady Shiva embodied in twenty-pound frame, destroying our boxes and hats without shame!
And what is it that she shall become?
Her personality has been present since inside the womb, and grows stronger and brighter as each new day dawns... yet even now as I sit back in delight and watch Sweet Potato learn and explore, I ponder and wonder
What will she do?
What will my JuJu Bird grow to become?
A musician? A singer?
A dancer with drum?
A healer? An actress?
An author, reporter?
A dreamer like Mommy and Daddy and John?
O my god— what'll I do when she's actually gone??
Yet in my Heart I feel and I see
the Eternal Connection of us— all Three,
bound by a Purpose,
a Love deeper than Sea,
add in the triplets, and The Six we shall be,
a Change in this world,
just because we are We
And all is aligned for the future, you see...
HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY, JULIA RENEE!
I love you in ways I never imagined myself capable.
Thank you... thank you, my Daughter.
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