Above me, it is Ezekial, namer of the archangels,

But I am confused between he and the so-called "devil":

For, first when I met him,
he was Goat-God, Pan
Who wandered the frolicking forest, making love.

But for his life-lust, he was split from his true nature
made the archtypal scapegoat,
born through his being a mirror
of longing and innocence,
his fullfillment was envied,
and to justify dulling; denied him

He was sacrificed to the seekers of only comfort,
at the expense of all grace, and reception to higher teachings



But is it Ezekial to whom I must summon,
or some other archetypal force?
Is it the Myself, or Nature or the Moon and Sun or is it
the Ynnamable Namer?

Indeed, I do feel It
straight up above,
the soft spot,
Protecting...
the seat of the Soul,
In the body; a transformer
nurtuing a spark
of a great central Sun

It and I
keep me alive,
Me: Life Thinking, Sensating
beyond myself separate

Unnamable namer, Help me comprehend and See
with eagle eye clarity
self as others, others as self,
And of my cause and effects, be made aware!




Pierce and drain from this infection
"this is me, this is not me,"
heal and warm me
with great Shine,
Great Spirit, fill me with Nature Divine,

Mend the cord that connects
the infected mystery
and contaminates mind with "mine"


I bow only to You,
That You Will
attend to and keep alive
the fires of
these myriad candles
burning the "me" not too badly
yet hot the fire refine this firmament
In the branches of a forgotten mansion

Reorganize Myriad
the rooms splendid still
protected in the house of The Body

Open up the
Temples of my head,
Clear-headed my temple, be bright with
pleasure
the Centers to ebb and flow with grace to,
aleviate Centerdness of needing,
needing of pleasing,

From delusion that nothing
is enough.
Enough is Nothing.
DYANU!



May presence re-enter, refurbish
my Home, this body, it's Earth and Sky
Sky's sacred secrets protect,
and remake us All , in Gratitude, again,
Keep Us Alive

In an egg of gold light,
may movement without splintering and throwing
the Mine of the Great Mind, and Love's sacred waters
into sewers

For there I wish not to descend!

Though my eldest reside there,
My lover, frequent it's bars,
My father, who died there,
My mother who shrieks warnings
not to go there,
My twin may hate her,
My sister who envies me,


My daughter who would but heal me,
My son, befriend me,

Although all these pull me
Into the depths of despair,
I Do Know Better the Light that Lit me
And somehow I remember
That I am a member
of that family of God That Is
All Things Alive!

And I know with a certainty
(as certain as certainty goes
with all of it's limited "yes" and "no'"s,
that all things crave Happiness, Life and Loving

And thus I continue
As I did when I first fell
At age 15
Into soil of depression

Ascended delusional
sky of grandiosity,

I did know and continue
that only Love Is Rael.