Friday, November 17, 2017

Lift


Karen Gillan
"Jumanji"

Lift
Your Eyes
あなたの目を持ち上げる
Anata no me o mochiageru 
ps123

I lift my eyes to the sky.
From where did I arise?

The eagle soars above the land.
He glides with an ease that is grand.

He watches with the keenest sight.
Then like a lightning bolt, he strikes.

How did it feel?
Like it wasn't real
.
The lion held labor as a slave.
He kept his slaves in darkness as a cave.

The strength of courage broke his back.
The slaves were freed. They flew from the zodiac.

The augurs were the sacerdotes.
The auspices looked to denote the notes.

The prophets were the case for hope.
Criticism defined the scope.

Justice journeys through the vast unknown
to find what's fair in what can be shown.

Our eyes look for love in what can be seen.
We seek mercy, gentle as the cat that preens.

The future is given into your hand.
Govern with design as the plan.

Achievement is a goal that drives.
Excellence in performance thrives.

Anger is a feeling felt 
to cut the excess from the belt.

Wrath in action is not the path
when cruelty makes blood the bath.

Trust is built with integrity.
Behave as though you're always seen.

Invest to build on what had been built.
Refine the work. Clean up what's spilt.

There are motions in the mind
that reach beyond what's known to seek and find.

The great earth finds the quiet of time
to shake out the soft fire of desire.

We have suffered contempt from the proud.
The rule of law for people was not allowed.

There was too much scorn from the indolent.
There was not enough presence for the imminent.

Each moves towards the meeting place
from respective climbs to the divine with grace.

The winding stairs rise or fall as needed.
The way to heaven will not be cheated.

I lift my eyes to the sky.
From where did I arise?

I seek. I find. I rise.
It is to the sky I fly.


Psalm 123 Ad te levavi oculos meos

1 To you I lift up my eyes, *
to you enthroned in the heavens.

2 As the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, *
and the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,

3 So our eyes look to the Lord our God, *
until he show us his mercy.

4 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy, *
for we have had more than enough of contempt,

5 Too much of the scorn of the indolent rich, *
and of the derision of the proud.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

See

Paris Hilton
New Line

See
Beauty
美しさを見て
Utsukushi-sa o mite
ps 78

Hormones support the drive to produce.
Energy thrives to give enough for our use.

Overproduction drives the need to feed just enough
over time to train the body to be tough and stuff.

The foam from the sea on the shore is an emergence.
The cycle of water gives us resurgence.

It is the natural way to find balance with respect for others.
It forms relation with other sisters and brothers.

The cold of the polished stone is smooth to the touch.
Refinement is alignment with design as such.

Disagree with that which is false about statements.
There is only so much that is agreeable with the agency of agents.

The agents only net so much for the truth of payment,
yet employment develops informed consent against what betrayal lent.

Use judgment to find agreement with truth.
It took a stranger to see the beauty of my youth.

You are the seat of light for judgment.
You can't beat your sight for rejecting that which was sent as bent.

We will move away from that which wasn't meant to stand as our ground.
We will find our way to that which needs to be found.

We will move toward that which was right about experience.
We will define the line of sight for the series in the serious.

The mysteries of salvation will be named.
That which was heard and known will be proclaimed.

That which had been told to us will be shown to be known for fame
that will not cause our family's children shame.

Our ancestors speak to us.
The ancestry of all intercedes for the just 
plus our bust.

People are the wealth of nations.
Munitions and surveillance are only substations.

The weapon that rises from the land for the hand
is that which is designed to fight only to defend.

Our stories are the product of our culture.
Our science investigates truth like a vulture.

Controlled experiments rule out what was wrong about thought.
Products are produced as something that can be bought. 

The market sifts through value insofar as it can be wrought.
The power of action that has been good

will be recounted with respect for that which should
be beneficial to what can be understood.

Marvels were worked for us when we were confronted
by the cruelty of growth in civilization un-stunted.

The place of our anguish became the field for departure
as we sought to use the martyr's ardor for barter.

Waters were split when we were denied pay for our labor.
Security as a nation among nations was not ours to savor.

Immigrants are welcome to walk the path to citizenship.
Management can't outsource in or outland to oneup for the partisan split.

We were led by a cloud during the day and a fiery light at night.
The volcanic eruption gave orientation for sight.

A rock was split in the wilderness
to give us drink from the deep of the chill beneath us.

A stream gushed forth from the cleft in the cliff.
Water rushed out like a fountain born rift.

When we were thirsty we had said, "Freedom is not fair.
We are too afraid of the play in the fray to share.
Will we be killed by the cure as a dare?"

Freedom asked, "Was my way unfair?
Was it slavery that taught you to care?

"Didn't the imitation of the slaver
add cruelty to your behavior?

"Did you not feel the anguish of the driver as you drove?
Respect for freedom had been sacrificed to the treasure of the trove.
Mindless automation for the machinery of war
had driven our striving in a way that shook us to the core.

"When good people have replaced respect for others
with violence or cruelty, they die for that which smothered.

"When the hateful return to living with respect for life,
they have started on the path that will reduce strife.
They live for goodness in darkness and light.

"Turn from sacrifice for invasion,
violence, genocide and evasion. 
Define the rule of law for salvation.

"The right to life with freedom and justice
will liberate love to live with strength among us.

"Would you die for your power over others?
You will not live as a sister, brother or lover.
There is no pleasure in the death of respect
for freedom in life for the adept to protect.

"Turn from cruelty and live
Choose heart with the spirit to give." 

Choose this day whom or what you will serve.
Work with that while you have the nerve.

We who are alive and are left
will be lifted up above that which was bereft.

Stay alert to stay alive. You don't know the day or the hour
when he who has risen will come back with power.



Psalm 78
Part I Attendite, popule

1 Hear my teaching, O my people; *
incline your ears to the words of my mouth.
2 I will open my mouth in a parable; *
I will declare the mysteries of ancient times.
3 That which we have heard and known,
and what our forefathers have told us, *
we will not hide from their children.
4 We will recount to generations to come
the praiseworthy deeds and the power of the Lord, *
and the wonderful works he has done.
5 He gave his decrees to Jacob
and established a law for Israel, *
which he commanded them to teach their children;
6 That the generations to come might know,
and the children yet unborn; *
that they in their turn might tell it to their children;
7 So that they might put their trust in God, *
and not forget the deeds of God,
but keep his commandments;
8 And not be like their forefathers,
a stubborn and rebellious generation, *
a generation whose heart was not steadfast,
and whose spirit was not faithful to God.
9 The people of Ephraim, armed with the bow, *
turned back in the day of battle;
10 They did not keep the covenant of God, *
and refused to walk in his law;
11 They forgot what he had done, *
and the wonders he had shown them.
12 He worked marvels in the sight of their forefathers, *
in the land of Egypt, in the field of Zoan.
13 He split open the sea and let them pass through; *
he made the waters stand up like walls.
14 He led them with a cloud by day, *
and all the night through with a glow of fire.
15 He split the hard rocks in the wilderness *
and gave them drink as from the great deep.
16 He brought streams out of the cliff, *
and the waters gushed out like rivers.
17 But they went on sinning against him, *
rebelling in the desert against the Most High.
18 They tested God in their hearts, *
demanding food for their craving.
19 They railed against God and said, *
"Can God set a table in the wilderness?
20 True, he struck the rock, the waters gushed out, and the
gullies overflowed; *
but is he able to give bread
or to provide meat for his people?"
21 When the Lord heard this, he was full of wrath; *
a fire was kindled against Jacob,
and his anger mounted against Israel;
22 For they had no faith in God, *
nor did they put their trust in his saving power.
23 So he commanded the clouds above *
and opened the doors of heaven.
24 He rained down manna upon them to eat *
and gave them grain from heaven.
25 So mortals ate the bread of angels; *
he provided for them food enough.
26 He caused the east wind to blow in the heavens *
and led out the south wind by his might.
27 He rained down flesh upon them like dust *
and wingèd birds like the sand of the sea.
28 He let it fall in the midst of their camp *
and round about their dwellings.
29 So they ate and were well filled, *
for he gave them what they craved.
30 But they did not stop their craving, *
though the food was still in their mouths.
31 So God's anger mounted against them; *
he slew their strongest men
and laid low the youth of Israel.
32 In spite of all this, they went on sinning *
and had no faith in his wonderful works.
33 So he brought their days to an end like a breath *
and their years in sudden terror.
34 Whenever he slew them, they would seek him, *
and repent, and diligently search for God.
35 They would remember that God was their rock, *
and the Most High God their redeemer.
36 But they flattered him with their mouths *
and lied to him with their tongues.
37 Their heart was not steadfast toward him, *
and they were not faithful to his covenant.
38 But he was so merciful that he forgave their sins
and did not destroy them; *
many times he held back his anger
and did not permit his wrath to be roused.
39 For he remembered that they were but flesh, *
a breath that goes forth and does not return.

Joshua 24:15
if you are unwilling to work with the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served in the region beyond the River or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my household, we will work with the Lord.’

1 Thess. 4:17
we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up in the clouds together with them to meet the Lord

Matt. 25:13
Keep awake therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Shine

Rika Ishikawa
Marries Ryoma Nogami


Shine
Like a Diamond
ダイヤモンドのように輝きます
Daiyamondo no yō ni kagayakimasu
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The broken bowl bell
held food quite well 
until it fell.

The squeaking squeal from the wheel 
yields wealth in health appeal
from the way the appeal feels. 

A diamond shines bright
with the facets of light’s life
in mind with sight.

She smiles for miles
with the delight of insight.

Diamonds start as coal.
Earth is the source for the intense force that cajoles
the carbon in its moles to make tiny holes
extol less space for lex taste holding the philosopher’s stone 
as a blown tome now known
as the most remarkable clone.

Opaque matter, darker than night,
becomes transparent, shining sparkles in light.

Hardship hardens your core for sure
to make your heart shine as pure.
Purity is the cure that lures.

Performers stay healthy 
so their products are wealthy.

The best work smart with rested heart
for the next test to start.

These followed their food.
These chopped what the beaver chewed.

These grew what they could.
These shot from where they stood.

These worked in mines.
These hunted from blinds.

These worked in fields.
These negotiated deals.
These squealed for appeals.

These worked in a factory.
These made customers happy.

The redeemer’s redemption came
by correction in detention for those who lost their way to fame
and became lame with respect for the rules of the game

These formed conception with education
to avoid the deception of perception 
by the sensation of the senses.

All these weathered the storm;
while these struggled through thorns.
These strengthened their homes
while these burned diseased bones.

Some went to the sea to sail in ships
to ply their trade without loose lips.

They beheld the wonders of the deep.
Things went so well they felt that they could weep.

Then a storm bossed the wind and the waves of the sea.
They rose so high they tossed the ship like a flea on a sheep.

The ship mounted the heavens then fell back to the depths.
Their hearts melted molten groan. Some actually wept.

They staggered and fell like the most practiced of drunkards.
They looked to the sky and prayed for their mothers.

The wind carried their prayer to the height of the sky.
They were delivered from the storm as if by their cry.

The storm was stilled to a whispering purr.
The sea felt so soft she seemed like a cure.

They all felt glad because of the calm of the sea.
The harbor they made soothed them like the balm of mortality.

Let them give thanks for the love of sweet mercy.
The sailors were saved from wet death with a thirst for eternity.

The Redeemer redeemed lost time as the story.
Joy was embraced as a parcel of glory.

The weather is the greatest of friends
or the worst to offend.

We accomplish all things with the goodness of weather.
Natural disaster destroys anything, but buh-bling or bird feathers.

A silver cord streams 
from the container of dreams.

Drink truth deep from your heart before sleep.
It will help you keep what you seek
looking sleek.

Shine like a diamond.
You will be alive then.
You won’t feel like a siren 
on an island off the horizon.


Psalm 107

Part I Confitemini Domino

1 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, *
and his mercy endures for ever.

2 Let all those whom the Lord has redeemed proclaim *
that he redeemed them from the hand of the foe.

3 He gathered them out of the lands; *
from the east and from the west,
from the north and from the south.

4 Some wandered in desert wastes; *
they found no way to a city where they might dwell.

5 They were hungry and thirsty; *
their spirits languished within them.

6 Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, *
and he delivered them from their distress.

7 He put their feet on a straight path *
to go to a city where they might dwell.

8 Let them give thanks to the Lord for his mercy *
and the wonders he does for his children.

9 For he satisfies the thirsty *
and fills the hungry with good things.
10 Some sat in darkness and deep gloom, *
bound fast in misery and iron;

11 Because they rebelled against the words of God *
and despised the counsel of the Most High.

12 So he humbled their spirits with hard labor; *
they stumbled, and there was none to help.

13 Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, *
and he delivered them from their distress.

14 He led them out of darkness and deep gloom *
and broke their bonds asunder.

15 Let them give thanks to the Lord for his mercy *
and the wonders he does for his children.

16 For he shatters the doors of bronze *
and breaks in two the iron bars.
17 Some were fools and took to rebellious ways; *
they were afflicted because of their sins.

18 They abhorred all manner of food *
and drew near to death's door.

19 Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, *
and he delivered them from their distress.

20 He sent forth his word and healed them *
and saved them from the grave.

21 Let them give thanks to the Lord for his mercy *
and the wonders he does for his children.

22 Let them offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving *
and tell of his acts with shouts of joy.
23 Some went down to the sea in ships *
and plied their trade in deep waters;

24 They beheld the works of the Lord *
and his wonders in the deep.

25 Then he spoke, and a stormy wind arose, *
which tossed high the waves of the sea.

26 They mounted up to the heavens and fell back to the depths; *
their hearts melted because of their peril.

27 They reeled and staggered like drunkards *
and were at their wits' end.

28 Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, *
and he delivered them from their distress.

29 He stilled the storm to a whisper *
and quieted the waves of the sea.

30 Then were they glad because of the calm, *
and he brought them to the harbor they were bound for.

31 Let them give thanks to the Lord for his mercy *
and the wonders he does for his children.

32 Let them exalt him in the congregation of the people *
and praise him in the council of the elders.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Be


Victoria Justice
"Victorious"


Be
Happy
幸せになります 
Shiawase ni narimasu
ps.34

The story is as old
as the discovery of gold.

The parents of the gifted
were threatened by how their gift was shifted.

They didn't chain me to test the beast,
but on my soul they made a feast.

Still, I will be happy
with a dash of savvy.

Consider this
for your bliss.

Foreign rule
could be more cruel.

Happiness will be my praise.
Wisdom will guide me in my ways.

I will rejoice in the feel of reality
with the fruits of  factuality.
.
Let those who listen hear 
how gladness grows when you are near.

Proclaim the greatness of existence with me.
Let us transcend the beast of inhumanity.

I asked for help when it was needed.
I bandaged cuts when my heart bleeded.

Escape from error
delivered me from terror.

Radiant as the light of day,
I didn't let shame cloud my way.

I called out in my affliction and I was heard.
Love delivered me from the burden of the absurd. 

The message of deliverance embraces
those who value life with the aegis of our happy faces.

Taste and see. Love is good.
Happy are those who rejoice as we should.

Respect the right to life.
Exercise with good health in your diet.

Use respect to set an example 
for those who do not sample angles.

Even young panthers suffer hunger.
Hunger drives them to thunder on the prey down under.

Those who read reality to find design 
do not lack in the discovery of goodness for the mind.

Come youth. Listen to me. 
The love of truth will set you free.

I will teach you to respect your rights.
You will win what would have been fights.

Who among you desires justified popularity
and would like the time to enjoy prosperity? 

Speak truth to power. 
Walk with justice by the hour.

Do not defend cruelty or violence.
Enjoy the benefits of serenity in silence.

Turn from evil. Do good. 
Seek peace. Pursue it as you should.

Security protects those mainly  
who take risk to value safety.

Punishment is not for destruction.
It is not as good as instruction,
but it is for the correction of insurrection
to root out the weeds in our perception.

Needs cry out. Selection detects them.
Judgment plans. Action tends to amend the withered stem.

Sympathy attends to brokenness. Empathy amends
what led to the breaking of harmony with our friends.

What we do know is this.
We will come to feel each other should we kiss.

Troubles attend the selection of goodness in design,
but effective production provides deliverance divine
from turbulent turmoil in time. 

Your reward will be great.
Your destiny will rise above your fate.

Security will protect your organization. 
Structure will preserve your conceptual elation.

These are those who come from the great ordeal.
The blood of the land has revealed the deal.

The least force necessary will correct a crisis.
Retribution will punish those who impose violence,
cruelty or oppression to silence self-reliance.

Those who do no harm will not be punished.
The tail of the scorpion will not admonish.

Those who do not require correction 
will not be corrected in the tension of perfection.


Psalm 34 Benedicam Dominum

1 I will bless the Lord at all times; *
his praise shall ever be in my mouth.
2 I will glory in the Lord; *
let the humble hear and rejoice.
3 Proclaim with me the greatness of the Lord; *
let us exalt his Name together.
4 I sought the Lord, and he answered me *
and delivered me out of all my terror.
5 Look upon him and be radiant, *
and let not your faces be ashamed.
6 I called in my affliction and the Lord heard me *
and saved me from all my troubles.
7 The angel of the Lord encompasses those who fear him, *
and he will deliver them.
8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; *
happy are they who trust in him!
9 Fear the Lord, you that are his saints, *
for those who fear him lack nothing.
10 The young lions lack and suffer hunger, *
but those who seek the Lord lack nothing that is good.
11 Come, children, and listen to me; *
I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
12 Who among you loves life *
and desires long life to enjoy prosperity?
13 Keep your tongue from evil-speaking *
and your lips from lying words.
14 Turn from evil and do good; *
seek peace and pursue it.
15 The eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous, *
and his ears are open to their cry.
16 The face of the Lord is against those who do evil, *
to root out the remembrance of them from the earth.
17 The righteous cry, and the Lord hears them *
and delivers them from all their troubles.
18 The Lord is near to the brokenhearted *
and will save those whose spirits are crushed.
19 Many are the troubles of the righteous, *
but the Lord will deliver him out of them all.
20 He will keep safe all his bones; *
not one of them shall be broken.
21 Evil shall slay the wicked, *
and those who hate the righteous will be punished.
22 The Lord ransoms the life of his servants, *
and none will be punished who trust in him.

1 John 3:2-3
What we do know is this: when he* is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is. 3And all who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Enjoy


Selena Gomez
"Wolves"
MV: Wolves

Enjoy
Freedom
自由を享受する
Jiyū o kyōju suru
ps90

The afternoon breeze
blew through the trees
dispersing brown leaves.

The place away from danger is a refuge.
Refugees flee to find safety for their use.
Like wolves we chose to move even in the night
to escape certain death as our plight.

This has been true from one generation to another.
War has been against your fellow man as brother.
It has driven non-combatants to a place that is other
than the one in which we had taken succor.

Spoils and taxes have driven war against some  flutter
of threat created by news of some slaughtering snuffer.
War has to be limited to defense to be just.
The limitation will guide those who govern for us.

A thousand years in divine sight 
are like one watch within the night.
We had been swept away like a dream.
Like the grass in the morning, we were green
then, we lost the moisture to feed our need.
We withered brown by the evening due to heat.
We consumed too much in displeasure.
We took beyond the seasoned measure.

We lost our faith for fear of wrath.
We lost our health upon this path.

We didn't change to meet the challenge.
Iniquity prevented the savagery to manage.
Guilt from secret sins held movement in check.
Profit as a motive had become a train wreck.

Destruction makes sure the days are gone.
Years are shortened before they grow long.

The span of life is eighty years.
It's more like ninety when we shed fears with tears.

The sum of life is labor and sorrow
when we don't build law with love for tomorrow.

The power of production replaces wrath with math.
This is the power that civilization has.

Learn from experience to teach yourself measure.
It is the gold which life does highly treasure.

Replace the daze of affliction in adversity
with the ways of satisfaction in maturity.

Time turns mind back to the dust to say,
"Go back to earth like a child at play."

Who feels the power of your presence?
You are in the wonder of the divine essence. 

Who loves the real feeling of your power?
You are growing in strength by the hour.

Teach us to value time for our hearts in wisdom.
We will learn to see mission with our vision.

How long will you wait?
Get this goal straight.

Be gracious with your love.
It is the message that came from above with the dove.

Satisfy us with your kindness in the morning,
so we may weather storms as life's adorning.

Make us glad by the measure of the days 
in which we were afflicted in ways
those years of adversity will be raised
as the emblem of virtue to be praised.

Show your work to your loved ones.
Your splendor will shine like the sun.

May your grace be with us.
The fruit of labor will be discussed.
We see we saw the soul as one
in the products of our love.


Psalm 90 Domine, refugium

1 Lord, you have been our refuge *
from one generation to another.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and the earth were born, *
from age to age you are God.
3 You turn us back to the dust and say, *
"Go back, O child of earth."
4 For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past *
and like a watch in the night.
5 You sweep us away like a dream; *
we fade away suddenly like the grass.
6 In the morning it is green and flourishes; *
in the evening it is dried up and withered.
7 For we consume away in your displeasure; *
we are afraid because of your wrathful indignation.
8 Our iniquities you have set before you, *
and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9 When you are angry, all our days are gone; *
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
10 The span of our life is seventy years,
perhaps in strength even eighty; *
yet the sum of them is but labor and sorrow,
for they pass away quickly and we are gone.
11 Who regards the power of your wrath? *
who rightly fears your indignation?
12 So teach us to number our days *
that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
13 Return, O Lord; how long will you tarry? *
be gracious to your servants.
14 Satisfy us by your loving-kindness in the morning; *
so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
15 Make us glad by the measure of the days that you afflicted us *
and the years in which we suffered adversity.
16 Show your servants your works *
and your splendor to their children.
17 May the graciousness of the Lord our God be upon us; *
prosper the work of our hands;
prosper our handiwork.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Stream


Danica McKellar
Percolation


Stream
Steam
ストリームスチーム
Sutorīmusuchīmu
ps96

I'm a little teapot short and stout.
My steam streams heat that screams through the spout.

 The walls cannot talk. The windows are not able.
Passers-by admire the tea-pot on the table.

The neighbors pause, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

The steamy little pot sits near the Scorpion's tail.
The hunter wasn't near. He had taken to the trail.

It was the archer who taught the young to hunt.
Defense was a skill that went with archery as one.

The arrow points to  the target
 in the forest as the market.

Use only for sport, to eat or defend.
The arrow is an instrument that the mind sends
or retends before returning to the whence
from which it had withered.

'Wither is the quiver?'

The Milky Way is wide and bright.
The crescent moon waxes into sight.

Saturn is Cronus reincarnate.
Cronus came from Osiris and Tammuz as his climate.

Jupiter took what he could have inherited as king. 
He didn't want to look like he didn't work for the thing.

Saturnalia  was Latin for the Kronia feast
Free speech, games and gifts celebrated harvest with a beast.

The temple at the base of the eternal hill kept the treasure for the capitol.
Enemy weapons were 'sacrificed' to make the 'treasure' oh so practical. 

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

Gautama was the Buddha.
The lotus was the gouda. 

Moses was the Giver of law.
Law was drawn from what the past saw.

Cyrus was the Annointed. 
Customs were appointed.

Alexander was the Savior.
Education shaped behavior.

Julius was the Caesar.
He was a true believer.


Jesus was the Christ. 
He didn't support the heist. 

Mohammed was the Prophet.
Peace for nations was put on the docket.

Salvation is good news on any given day.
Let life celebrate the joy of living in the way.

Glory is a story for each in the unity of nations,
but even an alliance can't claim all the glory in the station.

Too much wealth for one
makes poor health. It's no fun.

The sun shines over all from heaven.
The moon illumines portions for the presence
of relevance.

The divine presence 
is the relevance for the elements!

The temple is a place for the resilience
of consilience.

Ascribe power to divine illumination.
It provides light for insight to reach toward perfection
beyond imagination to reconciliation 
for the population.

Worship the holy for the beauty of holiness.
Beauty is the love that transcends loneliness.

Let the bell ring for the clarity of the thing.
Clarity in concept is represented by the ring.

Let the heavens rejoice. Let the earth sing.
The sea will produce thunder for the wonder of the spring.

The trees in the wood and the goodness of the good
will receive liquid bounty to glimmer as they should.

The judgment of justice will come to judge the world.
The standard for authority will be lifted and unfurled.

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.


Psalm 96 Cantate Domino

1 Sing to the Lord a new song; *
sing to the Lord, all the whole earth.
2 Sing to the Lord and bless his Name; *
proclaim the good news of his salvation from day to day.
3 Declare his glory among the nations *
and his wonders among all peoples.
4 For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised; *
he is more to be feared than all gods.
5 As for all the gods of the nations, they are but idols; *
but it is the Lord who made the heavens.
6 Oh, the majesty and magnificence of his presence! *
Oh, the power and the splendor of his sanctuary!
7 Ascribe to the Lord, you families of the peoples; *
ascribe to the Lord honor and power.
8 Ascribe to the Lord the honor due his Name; *
bring offerings and come into his courts.
9 Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness; *
let the whole earth tremble before him.
10 Tell it out among the nations: "The Lord is King! *
he has made the world so firm that it cannot be moved;
he will judge the peoples with equity."
11 Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;
let the sea thunder and all that is in it; *
let the field be joyful and all that is therein.
12 Then shall all the trees of the wood shout for joy
before the Lord when he comes, *
when he comes to judge the earth.
13 He will judge the world with righteousness *
and the peoples with his truth.

Saturn of Rubens
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Saturn was the Roman reincarnation of Cronus. He was the titan of agriculture as well as time. Time was defined in calendar form for agriculture. This is the reason for the depiction of the scythe.

He is shown consuming the infant as a symbol for the consumption of the future by the past in the present.It's a gruesome depiction but it forces ordinary thought to think symbolically. Cronus was described as the consumer of his children.

Little exists outside of Rome to indicate that the cult existed elsewhere, but the name Saturn is similar for the Etruscan word Satres. Satres was the god who hurled lightning bolts from the darkness of the north.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Past


The Anclote River with the Power Plant

Past
the Passage

Letters take flight into the dark night that inhibits sight for mental delight.

Words are syllables for which meaning is critical. Sounds pound around town for the giveable to make living more alive for the liveable.

A speaker speaks with tones. A painter paints with strokes. A singer sings with notes. A writer writes words to connote.
The spot where the umbrella lies ties the knife we could find to its most intricate bind in the incision of mind.

My guide and I came to the hidden road to find our way back past the darkened toad. We passed to see the beauty of heaven bestowed in the stars that shined above the trees in a row.

Thought is slashed as it were with color. The far flight of those immortal others, the ever-returning stars, our brothers, saw the lightning at the end of summer.

There was darkness past dusk in evening. Humid hail fell as my father descended to the earth to tell my mother to throw a handful of pebbles in the well with the swell of giant looming walls in the thunderhead knell.

What roots clutch, what branches grow
out of this stony rubbish? You don't know.
You cannot say or guess. You only sow
a heap of broken images, where heat and hail had been thrown
to beat the dead tree that gave no shelter.
The cricket cricked a creak with no relief from the evening swelter.
The dry stone had no sound of laughter for your elder.
The black shadow under the large rock told you to dwell there.

Come to the shelter of this hard dark rock. I will show you something different from talk of your shadow at morning striding behind your walk or your umbrage at early evening rising to meet the hawk.

The square was there in a stone cube as a chair.

I'm going under my soles
with the moles
digging holes
for the troll.

The gremlin resembled a weapon. It could not take the emblem. Seven Kevins were sent to the Kremlin. Their parts resembled the need for assembling.
It sounds like the voices are snoring but if you snore then you ignore the warning. I'm not done exploring this soaring to implore tomorrow morning to adore what it must for the adoring. I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The fresh wind is wild
for the home too.
My dear Irish child
where are you?
I am entitled to the thrust given by the gust that blows the dust thus.
Proverbial words are applied. Wait to receive your answer. Step inside. Let the butterflies fly to realize the size of what they flutter beside.

She sat in the Chair
like a burnished care in the air.
Light glowed on the marble where
the shine lined the space there.

The mirror showed visions not derisions advancing without collisions. Dreams dove into decisions.
The standards taught were wrought with fruited vines from which a golden Cupidon peeped out behind. Another hid his eyes in line with his wing feathered fine. The flames from the seven branched candelabra refined the shine. . The light reflected upon the table. The glitter of her jewels rose to her sable. Satin cases poured in rich profusion to enable the vials of ivory and colored glass without labels to ooze unguent scent from unstoppered fables.

Powdered or liquid. Troubled or confused by the ooze
sense was drowned in odors that were moved
by the air from the freshened window. These were behooved
to fatten the prolonged candle-flames into Latin grooves.

They flung their smoke into the laquearia of Libran sight. The pattern was stirred on the coffered ceiling beneath the higher height. Huge sea-wood fed with copper burned green and orange in the candle light. It was framed by the colored stone in whose sad plight a carved Griffin took flight.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Stand and deliver a shiver there.
Stand to abide by and help the breath of air.
She sat under the firelight. Under the brush her hair
spread out into fiery points of conditioned care.

Points of light burned bright, then became savagely still.
I did not wrong you with any act of will.
I will not cheat you on any bill.
No fraud has caused you a death of chill.

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The near ninety heat of the October beat
hit the concrete until it stressed my feet.
There was no crowd, only cars in the street.
I had not thought cool air could provide such relief.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled.
Each step fixed eyes to steps impaled
with slow staid fixity up the low grade sidewalk as the trail.
Oh how I wish I could just sail
to the place where time kept the hours
with a dead sound on the final stroke of power.

Three and nine are square.
Test your care
if you dare.

Raise your thumb.
Six and twelve are plumb.
The vertical did come
before seven and one.

Three and nine fifteen are level.
What the devil?
The horizontal hands have a bevel.

Please retard the sun with a gentle mist.
Let earth realign her axial twist.
Enchant the land with the magic of amethyst.
Give this wisp of season another suitable glimpse.

The cones of pine and cypress lie upon the ground.
Dune sunflower, goldenrod and oxeye daisies abound.
They garland the sandy coastal bed outside of town.
Monarchs, falcons and warblers fly here to hang around.

The twist of tangled cord and the elephant tube
that go with the wet-vacuum
extract water from the AC wizzer wahzoo.
The testimony of hot days has to be exhumed.

The river’s flow is broken. The last float of leaf
docks and sinks into the wet bank with relief.
The cool wind crosses the hot land for belief.
The nymphs have departed unseen.

Sweet flow of water, run softly until I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, discarded thongs,
handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends or plastic bongs.
It bears a tonal shift in the quality of the autumn light's sarong.
A rat crept softly along the bank
through the plant life, over the plank,
dragging slime on its belly from the mud in which it sank
while it was fishing in the dull water, brown and dank.

There, their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors
departed. They left no addresses for the rector.
By the waters of the Anclote, I sat down and wept for the specter
of the local sceptre . . .

But at my back in the rattle of the bones,
a chuckle spread from tear to moan.
Death’s second self, sealed up all, in the all alone.
You saw in me the glowing of such a tome.

There lay the deathbed on which he must expire
consumed with that which he was nourished by
that in the ashes of his youth lies the tie
that you perceived in this mortal cry.

This makes your love grow strong
to love that well which you must leave before long.
Now the sweet swell of song
can carry the tune before it's gone.