Pontius Pilate asked "What is truth?" as Everyone else before and after has
And whether or not he got his answer Depends on your technique as a dancer Of that old metaphysical mambo That balancing act between light and heat Which comes to a boil and threatens to blow As regular people die in the street
I bet my life on Pilate's prisoner But "truth" be told I wish I never were I trust He was right and his Pilate light Was on But I might lose my sight before this night Is gone
(That is if this night ever goes away) Where "What is truth?" smolders in shades of grey:
Those who say without flinching that they have always known the truth make me the most nervous. Those of us who always question are the ones who are most likely to find it...
An ingenious and clever way to intimate Christ Jesus as the Creator and Lord. The smoldering shades of greys, as you put it, will be there for some time still, but I believe it will soon be giving way to the black and white, figuratively speaking, of those who believe and those who deceive.
The lines are now being drawn! One wonders if, at his wretched demise, Pontius Pilate chose to believe?
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
This book presents a narrative story of one person's journey of transcendental Awakening and Enlightenment as guided by his two Sage companions. It is grounded in Zen Buddhist and Taoist perspective and uses the I Ching as its structural framework. T
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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God Bless,
Lew
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An ingenious and clever way to intimate Christ Jesus as the Creator and Lord. The smoldering shades of greys, as you put it, will be there for some time still, but I believe it will soon be giving way to the black and white, figuratively speaking, of those who believe and those who deceive.
The lines are now being drawn! One wonders if, at his wretched demise, Pontius Pilate chose to believe?
In poetic vision
Richard
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)