AT THE HEARING

Now I allowed the owl to turn my neck swiftly

My eyes tilted from my back to behold that which is in front of me.

I looked and opened were the gates of the Temple

The corridor into the holy of holies is paved with crystal balls;

Gleaming like a river of precious stones as on it the Light falls.

Even in the horizon there's no end to this pavement

For it ends in eternity. But eternity has no end.

In the midst of the Hearing a throne stands tall.

And none but Light is seated on it. Light thrown into the rhetoric

At every agreement a thunderous ramble echoes from the smoky mountain.

And all and sundry give a heavy sigh. What must happen must happen.

I feel attention push me forward that I may behold the Light

For until Man is on The Throne, the ramblings shall not stop.

To quiet the chaos, Man must respond to the call.

As I look I see the lost found and the dead rise, again;

I see fear give birth to hope, and hate invite love;

I see a divided people unite and lose to gain;

I see learning arrive at knowing with the cup of knowledge running over;

I see disease vanish into thin air whilst prosperous health abounds;

I see lack disappearing as abundance come to the common place;

I see night fuse with day resulting in timelessness.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath

The air is crisp, pure and clean for the first time.

The waters taste so fresh, quenching every known thirst

The foliage gives its bounty, super-abundance of everything edible.

I sense the smell of the fragrances that diffuse from the plants

I feel the Light which is neither sunshine nor moonlight.

Nature at its best - The Kingdom cometh!

I eavesdrop as the Creator explains to God his new love for Man;

I hear God and Man reconcile the East and the West.

I hear evil and good bury their differences for peace to prevail.

I hear a jazzy staccato of swords being beaten into plowshares

I hear the Devil as he makes his last plea only to be universally refused;

In the tranquility, I hear fishes swim the seas and birds flap their wings;

Then I hear in the silence, a melodious cry of my fellow New Borns.

BREATHING THE AIR OF WELCOME

A nightingale came singing one sunshine as I was listening

She brought me a pile of songs to soothe my mind

For it is at the brink of being swallowed up by poplar opinion

The lines keep me centered and calms my excited nerves

To say what I must say at the hearing, my head must be laid to rest

So in the chaos, the nightingale brings sweet songs that quiet spirit

In the lines are every word Man understand so I can know them better.

The days went by like a swamp of flies passing overhead

I lived with men in the age where crystal was made out of dirt

A new age where getting the first word is the order of the day

In this world I found use of my courage to say my mind

The persistence paved way, a way that leads into the holy of holies

So I learned to speak with conviction; telling it from my core being, my true voice.

My stay has been a blessing, men are prepared to hear me speak

First I must let them know I know them from high above

I know their ways, their fears, their hopes, their joy, and their pain.

I tread the cosmopolis and smoke the pipe with the seventh-old.

He teaches me all I need to know in the politics of men

He reads me a line in their genesis; the creature from mud - living the breath.

He quotes me Prophecy heralding the coming Kingdom beyond imagination.

 At their highest academy,  a friend took my hand to where they send air on a mission.

A small cave atop the rulers' block where ether is tapped and harnessed for Man's use

A natural harvest of spirited echoes that scream to the Temple's holy of holies.

This medium, the gatekeeper would not see me to demand a requisition.

For the word goes uncharted into the hearing to deliver the missive.

All that is required is the voice behind them; the voice of he who says it as it is.

A group of fellow lost soul listened, they gave an instant hearing!

To them the Voice came that they may hear what the spirits say.

"We love to hear you speak," the other birds assured the crow.

To this day opportunity seek my voice; and they come in slurry disguises.

I must know which one leads to what, I must watch their coming.

At long last I am granted the attention I asked for.

Given me at a cost that I paid for free; so I can let it be told free of charge.