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!