EITHOR/OR --SOREN KIERKEGAARD
"THE NIGHT IS STILL---THE CLOCK STRIKES BEFORE TWELVE/....EVERTHING SLEEPS IN PEACE, EVERYTHING LOVE. SO RISE, YE MYSTERIOUS POWER OF LOVE, GATHER AT THE BREAST"
--TALMUD
What is this omen, where by caverns in the wilderness
was your Gymnasium of meditation, where the the
final triumph of Dharma---was to renew the whole
ion of the cosmos, which shattered my mind
to infinite pieces, the shard splintered to negative
inverse regression of the karma of bad faith--
The Yelo, Red & Blue Sun & Moon--
so in yearning
for healing by Sleep, and not to be awakenend
by White Noise-or White Light--
that was need was to find the Cross of Christ-
"my burden easy, my yoke light."
As the silence of the Heart of Divine Mercy--
moves the blackest bile of the kidney,
when for act of penance, as to wrenching
our heats--the Sleep of God, where Peter
lost faith--now, we see that sleep of a
desire of awakening is first followed
--from which from perplexity of
our dreams--we sojourn from the travail
of hope--the unmeasurable quanta of
star dustoof past-mindfulness to
find insight of the Rhua of God & Spirit-
cry out to to the Divine Mercy-
for the forgiveness of sins-
as the Balm of Gilead in Jerasulem-
A New ZZion pass the Jordan River.
"THE NIGHT IS STILL---THE CLOCK STRIKES BEFORE TWELVE/....EVERTHING SLEEPS IN PEACE, EVERYTHING LOVE. SO RISE, YE MYSTERIOUS POWER OF LOVE, GATHER AT THE BREAST"
- (KIERKEGAARD ANTHOLOGY, ED. ROBERT BRETAL, PRINCETON UP, 79.)
--TALMUD
What is this omen, where by caverns in the wilderness
was your Gymnasium of meditation, where the the
final triumph of Dharma---was to renew the whole
ion of the cosmos, which shattered my mind
to infinite pieces, the shard splintered to negative
inverse regression of the karma of bad faith--
The Yelo, Red & Blue Sun & Moon--
so in yearning
for healing by Sleep, and not to be awakenend
by White Noise-or White Light--
that was need was to find the Cross of Christ-
"my burden easy, my yoke light."
As the silence of the Heart of Divine Mercy--
moves the blackest bile of the kidney,
when for act of penance, as to wrenching
our heats--the Sleep of God, where Peter
lost faith--now, we see that sleep of a
desire of awakening is first followed
--from which from perplexity of
our dreams--we sojourn from the travail
of hope--the unmeasurable quanta of
star dustoof past-mindfulness to
find insight of the Rhua of God & Spirit-
cry out to to the Divine Mercy-
for the forgiveness of sins-
as the Balm of Gilead in Jerasulem-
A New ZZion pass the Jordan River.
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