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    BARDO THODOL

    "Only through intense spiritual meditation can one escape the crucible of hatred, anger and vengefulness. To beg for acceptance from the human race means one is in a race against time to receive salvation from the Love Supreme."

                                                     D.Greaves

     

     

    I stood on the sapphire doorstep,

    an Eightfold Path of Nobile truth,

    despite having the blueprint to salvation

    I didn't quite grasp the concept,

    I couldn't blame my indecision on my youth

     

    I warily greeted the resident Sucubus,

    her braided hair adorned with three jewels,

    waiting patiently as she made love to the Incubus,

    foolishly I resembled the Statue of a Fool

     

    Though morality was my quest for perfection,

    I could not escape the view,

    as her deception mounted his demonic erection,

    I realized the salvation of my soul was long overdue

     

    I SHOUTED!

    HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL, ON MY SOUL YEAH,

    I'D RATHER NOT HAVE MY DESTINY REVEALED,

    MY HEART TENDS TO MOVE UNCONSIOUSLY,

    INDEPENDENT OF A SOUL THAT REFUSES TO HEAL

     

    Through meditation I retained my mindfulness,

    though years of hatred were violently compressed,

    when they completed the devil's conception

    I smiled nonetheless,

    but in my rage I knew my spirit source had regressed

     

    In wisdom there is compassion,

    the lost Souls of Sun-Ra always beg for more,

    yet the roots of my bitter love gave way to an involuntary reaction,

    and when I awakened I was still outside

    knocking on Heaven's Door

     

    Benevolent angles presented to me Aids of Enlightenment,

    and I devoured every small detail,

    still, in my heart I felt a sense of resignment,

    and as I dithered the jackals picked at my exposed entrails

     

    I SHOUTED!

    HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL, ON MY SOUL YEAH,

    I'D RATHER NOT HAVE MY DESTINY REVEALED,

    MY HEART TENDS TO MOVE UNCONSCIOUSLY,

    INDEPENDENTLY OF A SOUL THAT REFUSES TO BE HEALED

     

    With me Jacub the Christos tried to reason,

    attempting to quell my internal intifada,

    I denied Him thrice during the killing season,

    yet when I awakened I bore the marks of His stigmata

     

    I asked Him, what can I truly give them,

    without sacrificing my essential self,

    He said quitely, ask yourself what is more important,

    to be spiritually poor or to have an abundance of material wealth

     

    At the cusp of the stariway stood the Watcher of Awareness,

    shaking his head forlornly he said to me,

    you are not yet prepared,

    with all due respect my brother in fairness,

    you can't discover your destiny unless your soul is willing to be repaired

     

    I SHOUTED TO MY GOD!

    HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL, ON MY SOUL YEAH,

    I'M FINALLY PREPARED TO HAVE MY DESTINY REVEALED,

    FOR  MY HEART NOW MOVES QUITE CONSCIOUSLY,

    IN LOCKSTEP WITH A SOUL THAT HAS FINALLY HEALED

    • 27 October 2011
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