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Grand Opus: The End of Shadows 0003
Chapter One: The Open Mind
C. The Indelible State of Grace and the End of Morality
Authentic life exudes the stuff of intimacy,
the only true sense of Being, the State of Grace.
No one can authenticate what must be seen
by the Self from inside the torus,
from within the Constellation of the Inner Eye.
The New Mythology of Expressive Creativity
bids us see ourselves from a position outside
of our realm of influence and thus the Other
disguises itself by becoming that which we distain.
Uncloved, and uncovered, the mystery of all
becomes a guided lamp in time as setting
into spiral understanding fractaled nature
spindles each and every metaphor an axis mundi
a priori linked to this, the single origin
of all things bright and true: Love remains ubiquitous.
The unfolded light of darkened woes
turns victim cursed to victory by this
that never would a shred of wisdom stand
if not the past became a present understanding.
Thus, all that exists inextricably links
a golden thread from love to loss and back
by transformation's Philosophic Stone
the heart made rock becomes the mill
by which all has in its day
the present gain of Love.
In all things, the heart holds keys
to doors which in their time unhinge themselves
and make in due time unshackled
mysterious and seeming broken lives,
if merely you will wait by the river, My Child,
and let them each float by.
Remember her who bore you,
runningturtle87
C. The Indelible State of Grace and the End of Morality
Authentic life exudes the stuff of intimacy,
the only true sense of Being, the State of Grace.
No one can authenticate what must be seen
by the Self from inside the torus,
from within the Constellation of the Inner Eye.
The New Mythology of Expressive Creativity
bids us see ourselves from a position outside
of our realm of influence and thus the Other
disguises itself by becoming that which we distain.
Uncloved, and uncovered, the mystery of all
becomes a guided lamp in time as setting
into spiral understanding fractaled nature
spindles each and every metaphor an axis mundi
a priori linked to this, the single origin
of all things bright and true: Love remains ubiquitous.
The unfolded light of darkened woes
turns victim cursed to victory by this
that never would a shred of wisdom stand
if not the past became a present understanding.
Thus, all that exists inextricably links
a golden thread from love to loss and back
by transformation's Philosophic Stone
the heart made rock becomes the mill
by which all has in its day
the present gain of Love.
In all things, the heart holds keys
to doors which in their time unhinge themselves
and make in due time unshackled
mysterious and seeming broken lives,
if merely you will wait by the river, My Child,
and let them each float by.
Remember her who bore you,
runningturtle87
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