I

I can’t shake Him off my thoughts
It binds beyond things bought or treasures sought
I and God are one
Like father like sun

Of me He thinks more; like the sun’s ray
Little wonder bullets can’t, bullets can’t keep me at bay
From existences first cry deflating the ball
Bursting forth through the vaginal wall
My frame He formed
My substance he trans-formed
The subconscious frequency
The constructions of man’s lunacy
He sees and knows my thoughts afar off
My kingship, my crown I duff
In all I awake too
His signature He seals two
Life and death;
Immortality and mortality;
Last and first Adam
Earth and seas
Yea, the seas, waters, expanse of H20’s
In the very depth I know he knows
Flora and fauna beyond sciences microscope
Beyond the dimensions of crystal balls and horoscope
But all this I know, cos I and God are one
Like father like sun

In His chastisement I solemnly trust
For without them, men like corroded metal simply rust
I fear neither pestilence nor sword
Cos like the four winds I live above board
A wonder unto many
Empty men judge beings by their penny
Yet; “A measure of wheat for a penny and … but hurt not the oil and wine”
My pursuit is not the penny for only those with the oil and wine truly would dine
I elevate above earthly ethnicity
My eyes seek the founder of the invisible city
On my earthly sojourn I sow seeds
Like my father I spread glory and righteous deeds
I and God are one
Like father like sun

Blinded hearts become perturbed
Unto the natural man nothing is dissolved
That in seeing, He sees not
That in hearing, He hears not
Alas, many will walk down Broad Street Boulevard
For as it was in the days of Noah, the truth they shall discard
But the portal remains open and can be found
Not in scientific observations, nor in philosophic illumination in which many be bound
Cunningly devised fables the obfuscation of the natural mind
Forever seeking signs, believing they have an eye of light when truly they are blind
True sight belongs only to those whom have found the portal
Seek and ye shall find; a re-occurring recital
I AM the way is the yell
The very pearly gates to flee hell
Not I but He, but I and the father are one
Like father like sun

For in Him, I live, I move and I have my existence
I live in Him and Him in I beyond pretence
I and God are one
Like father like sun
Come to Him today and see as I
Yea JESUS is I, I AM.

Gift or Command

Superfluity of nothingness

Trapped in the charade of everyday life

Dimensions of self; hidden within self

Out of self only cometh truth

Salvation lieth within man’s existence

Body without the spirit is dead

Self emancipation

Through self participation

Hush! Shut out all exterior sounds

Listen to the stillness within

Make sense of the noise without

Sift, separate chaff from wheat

The deeper one looks the clearer it becomes

Out of rejuvenated souls bubbles springs of life

Without an understanding men die in unwrapping the gift or understanding the command

Question abounds, is life a gift or a command