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He plays the chords with his blue depression
still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
true satisfaction from there will never be
There those extol the merits of your voice
or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
or be courtesan to the leader of the band
Can such a person ever truly see
be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
seek for all the truth and for its prize
The concept of purity can he ever hold
reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
the pursuits of the world and its insanity
All of these issues we have had to face
the system is designed for humanities disgrace
liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
the table of corruption with its broken cup
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted
with the leaven of the religions instituted
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Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.
Rev 22
12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
Life does not necessarily mature into timeless love,
just as yeast is not the entire evolutionary journey for bread,
and the Way may be part of, but not the entirety of,
the Beloved Community.
It is so interesting, for a nondualist at least,
that a profoundly radical Jewish teacher
would say He is the yeast
while We are the embodied bread;
He is the Way,
yet We are the Kingdoms and QueenEarth Shabbats at hand.
Then the men turn it around,
get it all dualistically, cause-effect backwards,
while the women probably knew this Messianic mentor
as bootstrapping our evolutionary fulfilling birthing process
of incoming and oncoming and ongoing cooperative co-messianism.
The patriarchs,
with theo-means not-ecological words in hand,
were too invested in their post-revolutionary need to distance themselves
from the then-powerful elitist threat of Judaic cultural power,
at least by comparison with their post-revolutionary
dualist-fundamentalist Either/Or departure
into before-Christ/after-Christ messianism-already-fulfilled
by the One
who taught himself as the intentional mentoring leaven,
and not the entire cooperative organic co-salvific loaf;
as the only Way He could speak of and for,
but not our entire EarthTribe Garden
of cooperative ecotherapeutic
co-redemptive messianism at hand.
Too bad the wives and mothers,
the nondualist gatherers and not so much the dualist hunters,
didn't have the education,
or perhaps even the verbal communication skills,
to write down their creolizing nondualist fulfillment narratives
of cooperative nurture,
to recall and cast a nondualist Messiah
who did not come to kill YHWH's Chosen People,
or His own culture,
the regenerative history flowing through his humane-divining
mindbody,
but to leaven with these Elders,
those who had no ecopolitical Win/Lose self-centered elitist hypocrisies
like the Pharisees and Sadduccees,
those who were not over-invested in the competitive change of Caesar's coin
from useful for cooperative consuming health
into iconic value-only for producing disembodied hoards of wealth,
and to leaven within us
as one continuously multiculturing
multigenerational
nondualistic-BothJewish/AndChristian
organic creolizing mindbody
of regenerative intention
and vast ecopolitically radical compassion;
like yeast evolving divinely humane bread.
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
Our Lovely Dog Snickers
I was directed today,
To a brand new web site.
It’s all about pets,
And some of their plights.
It got me to thinking,
Of a dog we once had.
She was part of the family;
I felt more like her dad.
When I was at work,
One thing I knew sure.
She was waiting for me,
Her heart was so pure.
When she knew it was time
For me to get home.
She’d wait by the door,
With a toy or a bone.
She’d have a smile on her face,
Her tail would be wagging.
Her affection for me
Never seemed lagging.
If I said, so she’d hear,
“I’m taken’ the truck.”
She always got excited;
She hoped she’s in luck.
If I went for a walk,
She was right by the door.
Looking at me,
With her leash on the floor.
Oh she was a shedder,
A hair-growing machine.
Our house always needed
A thorough vacuuming.
When it came time for bed,
She would stand at her cage.
She knew the routine,
was as smart as a sage.
Some time a while back,
I read of two men.
Who were speaking of Heaven,
But of course hadn’t been.
One fellow wondered,
Would they barbecue there?
Will they melt down smores?
Could the steaks be grilled rare?
Will they use charcoal briquettes?
Or does propane heat the air?
Would there be a choice of soft drinks
Or is it just water there?
Will the biscuits be golden?
Would they there use some leaven.
They were so filled with queries,
About life then in heaven.
Well one of the questions
I would ask of those two.
Will my Snickers be there?
On my slippers to chew?
Will Heaven be heaven?
If that really ain’t so.
Is it finally the place
Where I’ll want to go?
Is she still as anxious,
To run in the clouds?
Or are things there so different,
With men in white shrouds?
I’ll not forget how it ended.
Then came the conclusion.
Perfection in heaven
Is no foggy illusion.
For as my dog had her favorites,
Chew toys and a chair.
She’ll be as happy as ever
When her master gets there.
That seems now so clear,
That’s settled for me.
I have hope and joy,
As the end now will be.
If when at the gate,
I don’t my little dog see.
I’ll know I’m in heaven,
For my Master will be.
Written by oldbuck, after an afternoon of
Thinking about his little Snickers
And their possible “future” together.
October 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 12-13
Key Verse – Luke 12:1 In the mean time, when there were gathered together an innumerable multitude of people, insomuch that they trode one upon another, he (Jesus Christ) began to say unto his disciples first of all, Beware ye of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WARNING ME AGAINST HYPOCRISY
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its evil source
That comes from carnality’s force---
Help me please that I stay in Your biblical course
As I desire to be holy through the standards You endorse.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its bad effect
That speaks of imperfect human nature with character defect---
Help me please that I declare Your truth, and falsity detect
As I pray to be sincere, being Your child whom You righteously protect.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its inflicted shame
That brings embarrassment’s flame---
Help me please that I avoid worldly game
As I choose to be honest while praise to You I exclaim.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its obvious detriment
That starts with guilt along afflicted sentiment---
Help me please that I pursue toward earnest commitment-fulfillment
As I endeavour to be strong by Your steadfast redemption-settlement.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its unpleasant consequence
That exposes unwillingness of subtle disobedience---
Help me please that I labour with service-caused diligence
As I submit to be surrendered to Your will of perfection-insistence.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its afflictive vexation
That irritates spirituality and vanquishes joy of salvation---
Help me please that I triumph over pride-inviting temptation
As I strive to remain calm through Your peace-endued forgiveness-provision.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its sinful pleasure-filthiness
That offends godliness to promote idolatry’s wickedness---
Help me please that I flee from lustfulness along selfishness
As I beg to be repentant whenever I’m drawn toward hypocritical zealousness.
October 3, 2022
Serving the Lord demands complete trust in the Saviour,
… testing total obedience
What matters most is our faith, coupled with patience and resilience.
We must seek His presence, not just stirred in our own confidence
Let’s abound in God’s work* with earnest dependence!
Ministering is both for God's glory and honour,
…while it is people-oriented
What matters most is our response as spiritually prompted.
We must be divinely-led, not foolishly blinded
Let’s abound in God’s work as to Him we’re fully yielded!
Stewardship pursuits call for fervent involvement,
…being blessing-laden
What matters most is our willingness to carry the burden.
We must be a help to the needy, not a hindrance as a leaven
Let’s abound in God’s work, leading others to go to heaven!
Being a servant of the Lord is challenging indeed,
…at the same time rewarding
What matters most is our attitude in toiling and giving.
We must thank Christ for our calling, not complaining and regretting
Let’s abound in God’s work, counting the cost while faithfully laboring!
Following the Master asks for consecration,
…along promises' fullness
What matters most is our genuine humility and meekness.
We must be submissive to His will, not upheld by self-righteousness
Let’s abound in God’s work, surrendered to His life-building business!
Staying in the work of the Lord is filled with commitments,
…and it also brings satisfaction
What matters most is our pure heart and honest intention
We must be motivated by God’s love, not by personal ambition
Let’s abound in God’s work, pleasing Him with our faith’s dedication!
Laboring in the kingdom of the Lord offers privileges bountirfully,
…yet requiring sacrifices
What matters most is how we go through the right process.
We must grow in grace, not waste chances in our servant’s experiences
Let’s abound in God’s work, eternally enriched midst temporal losses!
*1Corinthians 15:58 "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord."
February 3, 2019
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
May I share from inside,
My vision of truth that will not hid,
From my inside?
To help you along the way,
To end strife’s play,
For strife’s play will pay,
In the usual way!
My Love say, to my love
Hey!
You are the generation,
Who will have truth’s information,
So show patience,
This is not a time for normal vacation,
My beautiful fish,
Will do my wish!
I saw you swimming,
I was not dreaming,
In the narrow channel,
Without your mantle,
In the truth you swim,
Looking for your gem
You will not be left on a limb,
This is truth’s vision,
Of a godly decision,
The vison as I have said,
From my heart into my head,
As I laid upon my bed,
My beautiful fish,
Of my wish,
Have opened the fallopian,
Of heaven door,
I am' is ready to explore,
Love’s faith' is what he’s looking for,
Inside your sacred heart,
Wherein is his sacred cart,
It is where love starts,
Pay close attention,
For it is from inside, I’ll mention,
Those things particular, that require your attention!
The teacher of love,
Is sent to you from above!
He will teach you the truth,
From his own booth,
That you also have love’s booth,
So that you may receive love’s truth,
From your own booth,
Of love’s truth,
For when love is one,
Unity' is much fun,
For life has won!
The right to be,
Continually!
My mouth, having said,
Of love I’ve shed,
The knowledge received in my head,
From inside my heart’s stead,
While my natural head,
Lay upon it’s natural bed,
Remember,
The truth is free,
For the free to be,
Even for twiddle,
If he would stop the diddle,
With twiddle!
So don’t diddle with twiddle,
Your mind, your fiddle,
Fine tune the goon,
From your’s love’s womb,
And very soon,
Life’s goon,
Will become a prince,
From hence,
Love' will dispense!
For mind over earth’s matter,
Will only scatter,
Love' the heart’s matter,
As it adapts to earth’s scattered matter!
But let the purity of light,
Be love’s high flying kite,
In earth as well as in heaven,
For it is heaven’s leaven!!
4-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
I held my arms out to her.
Waiting for her to hug me.
I miss you today. I whisper.
Such a moment of jubilee.
I fair need to be on the charm of my dove.
She's in my heart forever.
who can spy Springs flow pure love
She felt the warmth stream over.
The water flows by the scent of my flowers.
How the body flows under jovial heaven?
She reveres the shadow cower.
And carries a little of the old leaven.
The window blasts the spring breeze.
The Parrot soaks my glass of bliss.
The sip of divine grace appeases.
She is upbeat to know my kiss.
I did not realize the beginning.
But agreed the plan was shrewd.
In the end, I ran out of paper, querying.
That’s a sound chain of deeds.
I have no place in any scenario.
Why should we live in vain?
Who is impressed that the big profit is our embryo?
Who persuaded them that you're trusty, not a strain.
Who claims women’s vision there's no delight in labor.
This vicious principle was extended still further.
I feel that I can't swim; in the sea of flavor.
May the breeze prank with all the storms of fervor.
Soothe the lips of the roses.
Pacify the voice and bright guitar melodies
With the charm of nectar doses.
She said I was from winds, in the books of parodies.
Not the background bust, all lines of affection.
You crush me toward the edges of the stage.
I remain in the strides of attention.
I alter my words to see your sage.
The contrast between realizing how to play words
A dream weaved dramatic content for me.
You are a princess, in my words.
I cruise with your eyes; that’s the key.
You are my novice
You are my present and my past.
You lift my goodness.
My sonnet is your name hast.
Your energy will stay in my books.
No cease to worry yet.
Hide the blood shadows from your cheeks
The lines had a chance to thrust.
Do not be shy.
Do not be shy.
I say unto you, when the olive branch is brought to the tax collector, let not those who are without mercy be sent forth from the well to offer comfort to the thirst of the brethren who linger by the hearthstone of the humble shepherd. Do not fill old wineskins with a new vintage without first giving thought to the psalms and parables from which they derive. In order to heal the sick and bring sight to the blind, the first harvest must be dedicated to the Great Whatever.
Therefore, do not leaven your bread earnestly while you bury your talents beneath a bushel. When the faithful servant of the rich master attends the wedding feast of the ten virgins, should he not first forgive his debtors and replace the barren fig tree of the elders with fruit of the prodigal womb? Pharisees and Samaritans have a greater chance of threading the eye of the needle than does he who labors in the vineyard of an unjust steward.
Know ye that all manner of men may seek to sow their seed in fertile soil, but the seed that grows secretly will remain unknown though it multiplies a hundredfold. Therefore, take the beam from your own eye for the sake of the grieving widow. The alpha and omega shall follow you days without number. Loaves and fishes shall multiply in the net of the fisherman and he who proves deserving will be granted admission to the first ward of the Temple.
On this occasion then, let us remember that not even the least of God's creatures shall be excluded from the eternal bliss of perpetual salvation in the unending glory of the guiding light as the world turns from the edge of night in the search for tomorrow and the Lord exclaims, “All my children shall be forever free from the dark shadows of the secret storm." We have but one life to live. The days of our lives are numbered. The young and the restless must not allow their love of life to lead them to another world where false prophets are not abominations in the eyes of the most righteous. Praise be to the Lord of Hosts, the great MC in the neon sky. Amen.