From Steven.....

Hello Friends,

This is Infinity Amen and this is OUR Resurrection. I would like to share with you for a moment a song composed by my life partner, Steven. It resonates clearly with my latests entry so read both. As always, call or write with comments. If this is used elsewhere online, please include it's author and origin (Happy Now Institute).

With Love, always......

Infinity Amen

 

There is a central span to the nature of all things

Which marks the rotundity of its character,

The wealth and measure of its essence,

The mean along which the promised bounty of

Grace awaits

Where the monk will discover the grail;

Where the philosopher will find the stone;

Where children regain the garden;

The place of all-embracing accommodation

At the heart.

 

Unwhere are those, who by surer reason

Deviate from the golden mean.

Away from the equator, on tangents divergent

From the loss of sacrifices already made.

Pressing against the current in demand of answers,

Outwardly seeking the axial keys

The circumference narrows at each successive latitude;

And at the end of the searching

The circle draws down to a point

Between abyss and breath

Nowhere left but inward

In the great winter of this farthest latitude

The table of vainglorious reasons law

Stained with a fools scratch and blood,

Counterfeit text,

Exposed in the still of silence

Falls.

 

Dost thou see the truth of thyself?

Command thine pride take wing from thee.

Command thine wisdom crawl away.

Behold, the axes runs through each of us

Standing at the portal from ‘thou will' to ‘thou art'

Thou has found the truth of thyself.

 

Revisit not the past nor abide to have it revisited upon thee.

Except to what cost it remains

Thy destiny must pay.

Leave to winters shroud all joys and all regrets;

Nothing there to be had, nothing can be undone.

Whatever joins thee through the gate

Must find its own way.

Backward is the path of one who posited

A question mark over life

 

At the turning point of this culmination

Between abyss and breath

Behold how all meridian lay at thy feet

To sweep thee to the equator of

Thy becoming.

The question mark is over thee:

How will thee answer life?

 

Steven Michael

HAPPY NOW!