Where once the memory of John
Songs of David
Surrender of Solomon
Jacob locked in battle for his life
In the arms of an angel
All the inner makings of a soul
All the striving of creation
Emerging
Of the new
Birthing pains
Screams and howls of pain
Sweat of those in servitude
Willing captives of the divine
Yes
Choice
Why do we remain
Within the eye of the storm

I’ve found that place of rest
And truly that is all it is…
Rest
Once filled
Once peaceful
Once within the place of no thing
All the parts of being stir like peepers on the verge of flight
And lift the eagles wings again
Into the very knight
The flight
Not from but to
Escaping all
That offered peace and solace for the weary
Rolling thunder of the oraborus trail
Lives not still within
But rolling
Mild
To frantic
Fierce momentum of the gods
A prime design
Software for all the All
As instruments of IS creation
Roars the gods in laughter,
“Silly mortals
True illusion is the peace
The real lie is your rest
The hand of god is/was/am
And
Always will be
The active element”
…..now I rest