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AVANT SOUL

Rhapsodies in Words

to reawaken our fascination with the ever-original SOUL

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On the Seventh Day, God Went Surfing


The Eternal has a sense of humor - for example, you!

     I tend to see things
from being PISSED, and not a state of joy.

Why is this?

If you feel life is frustrating, imagine how it is
     for God,
     listening to us all.

Voices echo down the halls of eternity:
     Honey and nectar, piss and vinegar, Peter, Paul,
          and Mary.

Blessed Mother, I wish
That this frequent voice I hear most,
     the complaining one,
Would pop like bubbles of froth on the high tide
     of taking myself TOO SERIOUSLY.

Surely this fiery complainer
Isn't the still, small voice,
     the voice of rapture,
The voice that knows how to rejoice.

I don't need to be delirious to be spiritual.
     Just in awe and wonder
          at the splendor and the bliss.

If I've learned anything this past year,
     it's how terribly fragile
We human beings are. It's a FARCE,
     a high-comedy most TRAGIC.

We might appear strong and spiritually invincible,
     but the need
     to be loved and
The hope to be captured, ravaged and cherished,

     Goddess willing,

Shall not ever leave us, even if

     Inside
          where not-so-secretly we all dwell,
There's a wounded child

Who only wants to be held,
To have its hair stroked,
To be reminded that its soul

     is still spun of gold gossamer light.


(Copyright 2001 by Darius Gottlieb - No reproduction without express permission from the author)

Letter to the Author at SoulGnosis@aol.com

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