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October 2009 
"The only thing that counts is new creation." St. Paul
Posted on Oct 3rd, 2009
by 
jonmark222
jonmark222
I prayed -
I asked the universe,
What's the most evolutionary, creative step for me,
To do, right now?
I saw a vision -
Ulysses tied to a mast.
A ship plowing through ~~
Blue ocean billows.
White foam,
Bucking bronco buccaneer -
And the sirens sang -
And the sirens wept -
And the sirens slept -
And Ulysses struggled,
With all his might,
But he was lashed fast`,
To the mast.
Write it down.
Remember it well.
An icon from mythology
Casts its spell . . .
Why. . .? Why this history?
The answer is cloaked in mystery.
A spiral I see -
A nebula, full of stars. . .
Why me?
Without you there would be no words
To describe it.
With you, it takes form and shape.
You are a creature, creator ~
Let your creator be,
Create with me,
Says the Lord, your God.
And the next step?
Look deep
Deep -
Deep into space -
What do you see, but me?
An empty hangar ~
A fretwork of iron art -
Emptiness extended outward unbended,
With mirages as walls
To enclose a place,
We like to call empty space.
Is that what you see?
Yes. . .?
That is me.
And he said to me ‘Write!'
And I said, ‘What should I write?'
And he said,
‘Write!. . . And you will see. . .'
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I asked the universe,
What's the most evolutionary, creative step for me,
To do, right now?
I saw a vision -
Ulysses tied to a mast.
A ship plowing through ~~
Blue ocean billows.
White foam,
Bucking bronco buccaneer -
And the sirens sang -
And the sirens wept -
And the sirens slept -
And Ulysses struggled,
With all his might,
But he was lashed fast`,
To the mast.
Write it down.
Remember it well.
An icon from mythology
Casts its spell . . .
Why. . .? Why this history?
The answer is cloaked in mystery.
A spiral I see -
A nebula, full of stars. . .
Why me?
Without you there would be no words
To describe it.
With you, it takes form and shape.
You are a creature, creator ~
Let your creator be,
Create with me,
Says the Lord, your God.
And the next step?
Look deep
Deep -
Deep into space -
What do you see, but me?
An empty hangar ~
A fretwork of iron art -
Emptiness extended outward unbended,
With mirages as walls
To enclose a place,
We like to call empty space.
Is that what you see?
Yes. . .?
That is me.
And he said to me ‘Write!'
And I said, ‘What should I write?'
And he said,
‘Write!. . . And you will see. . .'
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