The forbidden

This counterpoint to spring is drawing us closer to our fall as reverent sobriety humbles us all with the silence that death brings and so it is with crackling leaves from autumns trees that whisper in the breeze please please listen to me and hear the story I have for thee. I am the voice of death hear how I scream with cracks of thunder that carry you under to the depths of your despair raising each and every tender hair upon your arm that warns of threatening harm a mind awakened with shocking alarm as mortality claws into your thoughts perhaps I’m next it could be me but mother I am not ready as father arrives having sharpend his knives I am filled with misery the childhood glee of wondering has escaped my every memory I tremble in fear with eyes widened by terror, I ask myself do I dare cling to life so violently or let this ending come upon me as pruned by winds own blustering seems an inevitability, I am cast upon the ground and crumbled beneath the soil forgotten are ...

Remember every great reward exists today! Let regret remind you of moments that need revisiting producing understanding. Forget regret on the coast of doubtful debt and I’ll bet you find yourself in time abandoned upon those same shores as you saw logs your soul snores and soon your conscience ignores the privileges that are yours. A crime it has become to do your chores and live your life with joy that adores your efforts as everything in the past is beginning to become a haunting dream of countless memories that remind you of your constant sinning. Enter into penitence by humbly grieving and returned to thee is a wealth of understanding that betrays the guilt you breathe freeing your conscience to be seen at liberty as a clean and holy being. I wish for you that your soul will begin to sing and bring within thee a reflecting upon past things that have been your undoing. It is yours to maneuver your story and sooth any listless worry by patiently wading into emotion without a modicum ...

Fiat is too amen a synonym for creation. International trade has betrayed rational ecenomics by replacing a respect for empirical transaction with sensational reaction as a subtle shift to universal standards has embraced unilateral action, a de facto measure of equity in place of subjective humanity causing collective identity to remain unquestioned since Khan.. a legacy that China has imprinted as a lasting bond who’s sobering song declaring something is wrong is silenced by an obsession with comparison rather than an appreciation for asset valuation based on independent benefit that is relevant to what is immediately prevalent...sound the gong! The sanity of credit that’s due has gone. The grains of sand in supply and demand are another way of saying scarcity and apathy in a fear based economy backed by pity because equity is arbitrarily comparing things that are selected as metrics based upon a finite utility falsely applying scale of availability with margins relating to ev...

Pride is not about you...yes you the black, the gay, the Jew...yes you the homeless, the lesbian, the just out of prison...yes you the arrogant Christian afraid of repenting...it’s about us it’s about we it’s about community and family a collective human identity that is of one singular breed freed from the burdens and constraints of judgements hate a collective body that celebrates diversity and breaks down walls that breed adversity it’s about bridges that span across ridges vast and far it’s about understanding that prisons of vanity can breed within me when I take license within my own vain identity forgetting the commonality I have with every member of humanity....pride is not about me it’s about humility learning to love my community a community that is about you that is about we that builds restores and grows intimate families comprised of everyone including you me he she them they and it and we won’t quit until everyone has a place that is a comfortable fit. At last it i...

As you begin to awaken from the slumber of death this morning you may find yourself grounded in the afterlife, a place free from expectations. Be reminded that while you depart this singular land you do not leave behind the lessons you have learned, rather what you carry with you throughout your ascension beyond resurrection is relief that lasts, be reminded that you are at ease. As you are becoming aware of your surroundings, sights and sounds that emanate from your consciousness will inculcate you with feelings whose novel essence is reminiscent of past experience.  Let your emotions stir and while your mind might be reminded of its many tasks it can be assured this destiny has been fulfilled and fully satisfied in your life before death.  You are a new member of society a fresh spirit with a renewed soul.  Your old contracts have been sold and annulled so move forward being bold. Your minds efforts are now doing what it is ...

Arriving at rest in seven is to achieve perfect comfort as I am. If death has bewitched as an idea subtly rises suggesting your prizes rest beyond your grasp unless the tools of labor you clasp than you have arrived in a prison land of demand bound by the lie that you are nothing if not achieving something grand causing this need for labor to become an echo chamber resonating failure as an earthly slaver replacing sabbath rest of play with labors of work that rob from you everyday as a thief feeding you the belief that your identity is defined by becoming perfect through practice rather then the truth that you are beloved as you are regardless of effort employed for in reality you are indentured no more to slavery who states I have a job for thee rather from the conditions of obligation you have been freed by the joyful reward of privileged mastery that contributes to society for this luxury is your endowment to be enjoyed liberally. Such a disposition provides perspective tha...

THE LABOR OF LUST THE FEAR OF FAULT THE MIRROR OF FAILURE The presumptuous nature of speculation: evil imagination or maternal intuition? The mirror of law is seen as reflection of need and if entered into independently, fear makes you aware that isolation has divorced you from care. Dispositional perception is determined by mood: If benevolent you will assent to inclusion. If malevolent you will resent any collusion. As eve lusted after flesh so do we all crave control achieved by mastery of laws but these mirror our own nature thus peering into the lense of good and evil is a fear that we have failed to achieve glory for insufficiency in capacity if seen in vanity presumptuously appearing is our perception of self inadequacy that "I cannot perform satisfactorily because I am not good enough." Yet, in reality the flaw in thinking is a failure of entering into perceiving pineally without first becoming we. If in course we enter as three labors of love becomi...