Into Him Who is the Head

Wisdom comes with time
In faith, it will brine

The selfless are possessed of God’s might

Ever in doubt
the faithless devout
are to themselves a fey, truncating blight

The Master once said
His power, a thing of dread
to this mountain say move, and it complies

Seek the Lord’s face
Know His power at base
It is the foundation upon which our cosmos relies
 

More than We Seem

Here in the shade, so thankful are we

I sit with the one called Yeshua

and he whispers to me

Many would name my intuition a fraud
but here, I seek glory that comes only from God

Few words does he speak
the heart of my soul
yet his language is subtler than words can unfold

The Muse is his spouse
and the universe, his raiment

As he heralds new song
I am freed from each ailment

My constant companion is the cosmic Nazarene
The infinite Logos
the Self without seam

Through this single form
this personage
this force
I seek the hidden life
the knowledge of my source

Evry piece of life
emerges from that soul

In evry solid rock
is consciousness untold

The core of each one’s mind is surely destined to ascend
I seek to know the greater whole, through Yeshua
my friend