Tuesday, August 3, 2010

1019. SANHEDRIN

SANHEDRIN
Some form of arms hold
these worlds together.
Brash Grey and its darkness
holds this morning's dynamic:
awash in colors yet stuck in
place. Like those final High
Priests of the old and ancient,
a balky, convulsive blockage
keeps out true beauty as Truth
and Love too fade. We are amazed
at nothing - how little the brain
holds to be apprehended. It
is all an open book.

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