Friday, January 13, 2017

Psalm for Molly

There's no need to run from fire or play with fire. 
We are the fire.

For fire begat fire, and fire, fire. Fire, fire, fire.

So render unto steel and glass its ironworks
and sands of time but render unto fire, fire.

Yea in the flames of consciousness dances
this reverie of universal consummation.

From out of that unknowable unborn is born this knowledge
like a dream emerging from the deepest sleep.

O rockabye baby in this universal love light!

May you learn to question everything we teach you.

May you see that being never needs improvement.

And may you stay forever self-aware.

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