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Purpose

Asa — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 18:32:02 +0000

In this moment purpose is here, shining its radiant light on to the earth. A perpetual burning star, it shines from your higher heart being simply what it is. Life will grow in its heat, without a thought of its significance or its methods. It knows without knowing and spirals upward in effortlessness as the natural rotation of its beingness. The thought of a tree would not presume to agree with the meaning an function of its existence. It simply does what it is created to do. it simply is its essence. Untouched by doubt, and unlimited by an idea of certainty.

Your are joy in expression. You are life essence incarnate, with freedom and peace pulsing through the veins and roots of your ethereal presence. You are life essence, moving and growing with the path of stars shaping and guiding the destiny of man. Your interior world unfolds through the mandala of time and experience, alive with compassion and holy love. You are light in expression , riding the tissues of your humanity like a charioteer of a celestial ellipse.

You are creation, building realities to command with your passion, your vision and your selfless expression, expanding the eternal beyond the boundaries of the undifferentiated and the unmanifest, sculpting forms from fluidic waves of the great sea. Your are destruction, dismantling the holographic stones constructed to shade the sun from the life it wills to shine upon, painting portal in veils that lead to realities you design. A paradigm of perfection you sow, to effortless grow the garden of revelation.

You are spirit made flesh, dancing to the music of the spheres, sing the melodies of manifestation with the instrument of your eternal soul. The orchestra of the universe is yours to direct, by the waving wand of your unfettered mind, building to a crescendo in accented praise, reverberating in the halls of the consecrated. Uncertain is this abstraction, and yet unlimited by the narrowness of forms, as thought beats a rhythm more alien than time, and mind strains to conform. And so you sing an ageless hymn in the silence of your radiant heart. Its music will be heard beyond the stars calling your consort to join you in worlds yet unimagined, together raising the dead to live again as your light gives life to all that has fallen to the dust. ~Asa

A Silent Passion

Asa — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:49:02 +0000

A silent passion ferments in the cellar of your heart. Aged and rife with pressure it expands, seeking to pour over the rim of its vessel. Its garnet liquid, alive with fire, ebbing and pooling in the currents of a growing desire. This passion prays for its release, its celebration, its expression and its increase. Embedded into earth, reaching into the sun, its silent call carried in a subtle perfume that you can scarcely smell. A swell of life, pregnant with creation, aching in the belly of the unrealized. A secret wish carried below, its weight a gravity and a burden your longing must bestow.

Seeking your sacred gem hiding from the light , craving to ingest its sensations. Like water and sand in the cup of your hand, like snow and soil riding the sky, looking through dreams that clouded the eye. A meaning, a feeling, evading your gaze, an impulse, an instinct exalted in primal praise. Hemmed in with an iron thread, sown by an alien culture. Tailored to believe in what forever evades its captor. Sculpted to receive a nameless glory at the forgone conclusion of a forgotten story. To arrive and depart in a grain of time, while decay becomes a poignant subject of the sublime.

~Asa

Feather

Asa — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 20:01:54 +0000

Riding on a feather from an Angel’s wing,
suspended in the air by grace,
gently unfolding in a vibrating tone,
spiraling like stars through space.

Riding on a feather from an Angel’s wing,
suspended in the air by a sound,
delicately unfolding in a single phrase,
falling like rain to the ground.

Streams of softness silently singing
what words would only shroud.
Volumes conveyed in the essence of such,
never to be spoken aloud.

Feeling the touch of a holy gown,
finely woven robes of light,
the sacred vestures of our humbled souls,
as we let love envelope our sight.

An ineffable sound sung in the heart,
the story of ever after,
children of Eden our purpose awaits,
in the glory of our laughter.

Children of the Sun, Diamonds of light,
We are lifted across veil,
time and space shall fall away,
and the Kingdom shall prevail.

Our story has healed a dream revealed,
in the forgiveness of our sleep…..
and in the lights of rotation, in the fire of creation,
burns the covenant we carefully keep.

~Asa

Falling In

Asa — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 23:18:30 +0000

The rising sun comes to chase the away the dreams of the night. A light born of the fire of truth, forever burning away the unreal. Darkness is this day pealed away by the dawning heat that warms the face of the lucid watcher, humbly receptive to the majesty of its blessings. For now the night has gone and given its treasures back to the sea, and yet she is still calling me, calling to take me into her depths, calling for me to dive beneath the waves and dream in the shade of night again. What this light reveals the eyes will see behind, for the witness has seen a vision not her own and turns away from what she mistook as true. A temptation to contrast the pure, a deception to coat rusted metal disks with gold, a delirium to defy the sublime, and again the sun rises only for a time…only for a time.

Every call is answered, for every call is heard, the songs of delight, the bellows of pain, indiscriminate among the poignant, the mundane, the absurd and the sane. And so I go beneath the sea in to the darkness and the labyrinths of her primordial caves. A seeker, a hero and a fool, falling gracefully into oblivion, a servant, a master and a lowly slave, seeking your birth from within my watery grave. A martyr, a healer, a tyrant and a sage, burning in the passion of a golden age. Toiling restlessly beside you in this copper cage where the forge of Hephaestus builds his weapons of war, defiling the pure ever more.

I am the Kin of the addict, of the whore, of the sick and the insane, of the saints, of the prophets, of the priests and of the profane. Not one do I Love more than the next, not one need pay homage to a golden cow or profess before Angels a solemn vow. There is no magic to cure the blind, there are no treasures that do not bind the soul to a meaningless death. In its embroidered liquid a leviathan swims and swallows what you seek to find, ruthlessly confounding the dreams clinging to the mind.

In this falling, this swallowing there is no pain, no pleasure, no power and no merit. There is no glory nor vanity, nor riches to inherit. I am here for a will not my own. I am but a stranger and a messenger with no fortune and no home, wandering a foreign land until I find you. and when I do, you will not know me and wish to banish me from your sight, casting me aside and cursing my name, but your praises and curses are each the same, one to exalt the meaningless and other praising the profane. But when we enter in, on the morning of the seventh day, you will see me as I am and glory will be given to the most high and together we will receive in eternity, what even now draws nigh.

~Asa

The Vision of You

Asa — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 06:36:11 +0000

Your heart beat, however faint and distant, quietly drones in my ear, steadily sounding the primordial call. Like a lighthouse on the shores of the Great Sea, its gentle rhythm points the way to you. I felt the warmth of your breath, but I did not see your lungs. I felt the wind of your movement, but I did not see your spiral dance. But for a thin curtain of flesh to blind the vision of the eye. A veil of tissue and bone to masquerade what you have made. This guardian of the threshold, this curtain of mercurial steel, lead in matter, but gold in spirit, paraded in the empty and unreal.

In the vision of you this tinny layer of skin was parted like a curtain, parted like an ocean, parted like a cloud where a beam of light descended to pierce the armor of ignorance. With you I walk boldly beyond the fall, beyond the wall of death, and the dream of sorrow, obedient to the reality you command. I am sodden in the intimacy of our communion, saturated in your Love as your passion overturns me. In you my vision is transported beyond the images of my eye and I see you looking beyond the mask of my delusions. I am naked to your penetrating gaze and fear not your judgment, for you are my Holy Father and I your Holy Son.

Your breath fills my lungs, as the life that lives in me, ever filling ever full ever complete. I reach for you, as you even now embrace me in unbounded Love, unashamed of the darkness that scatters behind me. I found you in my hunger, I found you in my satiety, I found you where I saw you not, and receive again what was never lost. My master, my beloved teacher, my eternal companion, my will is yours, my life belongs to only you. The ecstasy I cherish is your delight, for you are Lord and I am your grateful servant in the palace of this immortal life. What more can I give to you, but the complete realization of what is forever yours, and to abide with you in the beauty of your endless splendor.

~Asa