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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have reached you But still, I don’t feel safe For they know I am with you Persistent with their knocking On the grate on the back door On the steep slope of lawn At the end of a long cone of light They demand to know, to enter Without understanding. They shoot up their electronic messages In an endless pursuit, hunting out and Up from the darkness of their perverted will Attempting to arrive here with us They demand access and control Without passing through the fire Without first returning home Without replanting In the purified ground Rising to your world near the front garden Without opening up the crust of the red iron earth To till in new planting In the furrows of the soft warm clay Clearly described in the instructions And dictated by the severe climatic conditions Of the purifying new sun’s light and holy rains Filling this new terrain and Described in the planting manuals on the shelves Hanging on the walls between the icons In the conical labyrinth of rooms Along the corridor From the back rooms to the front garden Soon we will close off this passageway And take off in orbit Into the new galaxy prepared for us From the beginning Planted with star-seeds Of the Divine LOGOS From the beginning of time. The harvest has finally begun. Perhaps we don’t even have to put that sign on the back door For the fields are so ripe with the fragrance of the October vines And the olives are so mature they are about to fall off the trees That everyone will know we are at the harvest And if we ever return to the world Of the old house where the back door was With its open grating, we will find the ground burned, What stood, turned to ash, disintegrated, Returning through death, re-integrated Into the earth of the underworld, to be reborn, As new re-connected trees, In the garden of an old world Re-planted and now re-visited For one last time. No funeral bells were ever heard And neither were there any angels Of Divine Annunciations carrying us off It just happened under the guidance Of secret voices hidden in the core of life.
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