Monday, July 28, 2014

Long in the Building

Long In the Building

Beloved Nature gives me cause
to speak about the truthful law
that holds us in one place,
both energy and matter have
given us the grace to say
that both are one as energy
as energy is Universe as Universe is time
and time is all of space.

Then matter being all of time
is partly in its life delayed
and cannot rejoin to form a whole
because its oneness is outweighed
by movements and commotion
the moving thought of God.
And in this movement matter needs
to recombine
as movement feeds its end result of form.
Some form is forceful, some unable to be attracted
to enable union to ensue.
The forceful then a furnace starts,
with purpose now it becomes dense
and light and heat become immense
as light becomes a builder.

As matter grows amongst this power
solids join all in that hour
for what were the primal notes of eight
are symphonies that won't abate
in the mind of the composer
and so, the stars.
As the plasma starts to cool
matter follows matters rule
that matter in forms estimation
must be a form to suit the stress
if its purpose can survive
the endless bustle and duress
the quarrel of bigger forms direction
for greater power will cause selection
of hardier survivor.
So with strength such power shows
that only greater power will grow
and if required, a transformation
the extorted toll of adaptation.
And warmth, the wealth of dinosaurs did blow upon an icy wind
so fell the King's in their dominion paupers in the frost
and so selection favoured
those who had the wealth to pay the cost.
As form began to make its way
the princes of manipulation
in the trees began to ponder
For once more the ice began a cool negation,
of progress.
So jungle died in its retreat
from the coming of defeat
and in the roots amidst the plain
the apes sought stores of food to gain
some capital against the time
the season was too dry or cold.
So with hoarded fruit some sat at length
with time to ponder this new strength
and thought on life's economy
and then began to understand
that reason could be better planned.
And as the soul in reason grew
the power of light did God imbue
for matter in triumphant g1eam
had fashioned God a vessel.
And in this energy and time
the hand of God did bless mankind
for in his vessels love returned
though some did then creation spurn
for images of self.
Now to succeed within his creed
man did now nature copy
bigger stores do always win
when winter makes his brother thin
And for those stores self did compete
and who was hungry didn't eat
and felt the cold of winter.
The strongest man did eat the food
and wielded sword
against the weak
who spoke against as best they could
though for his stores they did compete.
Such energy in the strongest man
did keep him through the freezing ice,
such law made strong the Universe
that God and matter did protect.
And man made good his leadership
and built around with strength he had
and planted seed, did many feed
and stored against the seasons bad.

And to the plough, more crafted now
the roads of harvest did harvest
bring each village linked unto the next
each priest did sing the sacred text
that praised the power of making.

Yet laws were working in mans mind
false laws of making gain.

Around his land did mountains stand
whilst his people ate the tasty bread
all through this land was laughter planned
but King had other plans instead.

Beyond the peaks it has been known
a people who have in stature grown
who dare to worship other gods.

Thus the King of lands all o'er the plains
had on his hands the blooded stains of peacemakers.
The people in the valley next
will cease their heathen sacrilege a
and live as vassals do.

But in our spirit is a love
a well of sparkling life's creation
such water given as a gift will driest man to heaven lift
though Kings have tried to seize it,
Thus the King of lands all o'er the plains
will think on this, for in this water is great power
to ease the thirsts of competition
although the loving must to submission comply,
else on this earth will love no more.
The cruel men who empires build
are parched and dry and must needy take
the loving water to wash their minds clean
from the slaughter of innocence.
But in this well the power of light
where gush the waters of creation
and darkness cannot fully drink
though ego locked in competition
cannot sustain its abnegation.

And in their Empires Kings will build
and in the Arts are fully skilled
though know not how to shape and fashion
such obedient objects of their passion
though wise men tell them,

woman is the Lords creator
and in this water are her feet
who for a weakness taught submit
but will in love her lover meet.
What seems their weakness, preservation
taught to children and their men
is not the fodder for a nation that knows it must be great.
Forget the wives and squealing brats
for after battle swords can open any well,
and any well that is must pay its tax.
But lo the Empire growing great
submission looked for as a trait
but now the builders have a thirst
so the useless will all suffer first
so give them water dearest daughter
son you must go to carry bread,
the Kings have gold, are growing old
would rather have our well instead.
So selfish builders are afraid
of the lonely dark with gems they made
and in their beds their throats are dry
and to the priests are asking why
though priests for time are plotting.
But Regents knew that great was power
that made each man into a slave
no madman stood that ever would
embrace an early grave.

So with this truth the armies march
and few of spirit could oppose without an evil deed,
if justice in this Universe why dear God
with steel we must defend our death with dignity
for tyrants die a-laughing.
The valley next across the peaks
is the prize our Regent seeks
and as his legions round the roads
his power reaches it with ease
and eats its stores and drinks its wine
and ledgers will their truth combine
that victory is dear.

So the Regents stretching hand
had not for winter duly planned
and hungry went the guards
upon the roads into that other land.

But the naked hand survived the chill
and that valley and its riches still make
now his Empire larger.
Now to guard the roads takes wine and steel
and one day guards begin to feel
the wrath of foreign Gods.
Armies reach the mines too late
that pay for ships of trade
the trains of food on mountain paths
were by the search delayed.
This province was in time and cost
the reason why the King had lost
the fuel for his trade.

To guard his lands with greater power
to each road a crafted tower
that saw his income safe

But in the cost was power lost
and distance was his bane.

From core to outer lands was his
yet, returns were not the same
Around the core his will could pour
but distant lands lost administration
by the bane of separation from his nearest fort.
As every Empire starts as seed, with good clime
and people of a creed
to tend it in its pasture,
With easy gains along the coast
and movements up the river plains
power fed the store rooms full
and so that Empire forged from gains
surpassed the taxing mountains
and from its seedbed
spread as far as wage would then allow.

But Empire one day met another
then each King awaited expert news
about which roads the armies use
in guarding crops and mines.

The King who bought with blooded gold his generals
has now his fate to evil sold
if someone pays them more.
Some peasants died, some even tried
to keep what was their due

but those with sense
good providence did only change their God,
the whips the same,
the usual game did fare with different masters.

In time
unsafe became the devastation
for the cause of profit
so where cores met
Kings sued for peace
whilst the trading did increase

and links were forged and people knew
why at last their savings grew,
and the thoughts were thereto now prefer
to have the props their masters wore
and fighting for these luxuries
forgot the loving water
in each and every soul
for the minions now drank wine.

Each Empire was itself a core
but with oneness never had before
the planet now was conquered
by dependants on a wage.

The lure of bright astronomy made real by an economy
could take man to more treasure, to make this real
it was then said that we should feel as one
with this our needed goal,
fish are better as a shoal
o bulge the bigger nets.
For all the time that man has lived
in each and all a fountain ever,
gushing love, as bright as light
and in Earth's night in its elation
unified in its creation
the builders of the planet.
But greedy men that use this world
as their master plan unfurled
are in their thralldom lonely
as they deny their soul
its rightful goal of help and sharing life
and caring, whilst in the times of cruel attrition
matters' greedy slaves
profit from the competition.

And laughing quietly in the night
society's greedy parasite
knows his plunder will be safe
whilst Godly people each and all
do love the cause of toleration.
But gold will end its domination
and fools from plunder torn asunder
when at night they pass.
Yet from those who know and those places been
The World of Spirit is unseen
Only to those greedy few
An end at last to domination
As the truth of Reincarnation is revealed
There are no crimes that are not paid
Though mortal life seems long delay for punishment
Eternal our allotted time, and that crime which we embrace, a stone
With which we cannot run
From those who wish their Justice.
Of Mankind, in gentle love most rise above
to find their mind can gain a seeing,
and of time and space and Earth and more
will all knowledge be extolled
in every avenue of being
to their wondering gaze,
and nothing will in ages come
the works of love erase.

And heaven is a lighter sphere
a land at first to bathe the scars
of an often futile life
a land to purge the years of strife
amidst its selfless pleasure.

The harmonic spheres all physic bless
And each therein shall harbour their unique flowers
For all is light, the light of souls
and all of light with common goals
will in the landscape meet
for they share the same signature
in the concerto of their garden.

And thoughts that wing and ring like bells
Penetrate the lowly shells of Earth
And a distant music comes to us
Dimly through the mirk.

And fools with gold though growing old
Hear the written words
The world is waking up.
In this light that flows so bright
the dryer men that loved the night
cannot lift their spirit to the light above.

No amount of determination
can prevent the pains of evil men
as the props of selfish pride
in the brightness cannot hide
and in that pain they see themselves
so they resign the light and dwell in the dark
until they find their light again
and cast away the base deception
that tainted their perception of love
and made their fountain dry.

Well met again upon the plain
the people they had given pain
were in loves beauty greeting, eventually.

For know that souls and spirits take to shell
to try their skills
At the most complex of genetic formats.
And thus the Race of Humankind
has been peopled with souls
not all of the one mind and direction.
And in those heavens many mansions
schools and rivers, beauteous mountains
where nations never build a wall to keep their loved ones out.
When needed not the sights of Earth
and mind from form does disentangle

spheres above and people bright
do work amongst the administration
that aids the process of creation.

And so the buoyant soul will rise
amidst the noise and hurtful cries
of those who will not think,
through the layers of understanding
a thoughtful traveller commanding
the gifts all laid upon us.
from light to brighter, brighter still
our identity with goodness fill and in the end
well pleased we may our questing soul
appeased of the needs of matter
at least as a limited Human.
The path above is made with love
and each of us made individual with friends we make
and friends we made in each and every heart decide
where in Gods love we should reside
for such is never lost.

Beloved nature gave me cause
to speak about that truthful law that holds us in one place,
both energy and matter have given me the grace to say

That we are one as energy as energy is matter
as matter is a part of God
as God gave all of time and time is all of space.

Andrew T Hennessey 1980 AD  'Long in the Building'

Scottish Andrew