Seeker Magazine - June/July 2005

AVANT SOUL

Rhapsodies in Words

to reawaken our fascination with the ever-original SOUL

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~~ Y O U ~~




YOU Who remain everlasting in consciousness,
You WHO whose clowning around splits open the day
Where once again you have awakened,
And there Y O U are.

YOU WHO you who YOU WHO oh you who YOU ! )(YOU !


(You talking to me?
      You talking to?
           You talking?
                YOU?)

oh                      know                      not                      again ~


~~ Y O U ~~


Are crafted from identical atoms which implode
The bombs, or spin the golden pearl-like gates
You might neglect to see. Shall we roller-skate?




YOU are the only perfection. Even more,
The art which lasts beyond any edifice
Is art hallowed in eternity.
           God paints self portraits only of well being
      Not your ills -------------
And the Creator's LIKENESS certainly, is not printed on your bills.

For you are God's art – that and know thing more.
And desire to share Creation, THAT 2 IS GOD,
For you are God's art – that and nothing more.
Expressed in the fabric of His time and space.


See there, your petals are falling.




                                         Your body is a vase

Your life a tableau, a table, and your arrangements
Serve only to magnify states within an infinite geography
Contained within yourself. [[[[[[[[Hey, get the picture! Don't erase this image.]]]]]]]]]]]


Know this. You will be renewed.
This is God's miracle, and kindness.

We are all paths leading towards perfection,
with all its doors and doorknobs and porches
and driveways of delay, darnit, you! Turn the damn knob ~ Time's running out!

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Speak now your words of awakening,
Whisper them to the dawn,
String the words of your hidden soul
Like pearls on a necklace of appreciation
Knowing, at last, that you
                are
                what is perfect -
- Since anything less than what you came here to say -
Is one poem less for the Creator's ear, who filters out

Man's noisy crap, and takes in only
The purest poetry of your Soul
           in praise
                for that

Which forever
           shall be
                beyond your understanding.

Yes, you
Are lasting

                                     art
      magic


                                      Most mysterious.




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From "Prayers Promised to the Angel of Death"

(Copyright 2005 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)


You're invited to visit Darius' website for more of his photographs and his music at Art Bliss


Letter to the Author at SoulGnosis@aol.com
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