At-one-ment (4 20Eighteen)

En the year of the Heretic*
En the year of Ganga’s Descent
En the year of the Wolf-Skin

At-one-ment beckons

So,
Keep still!

Keep still
And you are bound 2 feel
(At the base of your spine
Where Sri Ganesh lies content)
Her sharp, pitch-black claws

So,
Keep Still!

Keep still
And you are bound 2 hear
(From the Kingdom of God within)
Her impassionate cry
Her sound unstruck

En the year of the Grazing Whyte Buffalo
En the year of the New Bloodfat Moon
En the year of the Gateman’s Sable Chapeau

Take heed
And do not tarry

Cords of silver
Wings of gold

Need not be wary
Need not carry
The weight of worlds that arrive b’fore them

Do as u were told!

Do what is best 4 your garten
Do what is best 4 your soul

Rid your throat of obstructions
Rid your raiment of desecrations
Rid your boot heels of holes

[Our Lady Of Loreto Aside.]
Stop leaking! Stop leaking faith!
Stop leaking what has been gratuitously bestowed!
Stop leaking light! Stop leaking grace!

And sing that refrain which is closest 2 your heart,

There is only Brahman
There is only The Transcendent

There is only Becoming
There is only The Absolute

There is only Consciousness
There is only The Highest Good

There is only
The Divine

* Not what the proponents of scarcity want you to think;
Therefore, put away your dogma
And break your chains at their weakest link.

© The Herder 20Eighteen

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Faith

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En this Kali Yuga

En this Age of Degeneration
En this Age of Iron

En this Age of Contraction
En this Age of Scarcity

En this splintered age
En this Age of Division

En this suffering age
En this Age of Fear

En this soul-less age
En this Age of Thralldom

En this dark age
En this Age of Desolation

Eye have Faith

© The Herder 2016