Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Prose Poem, Wishes for the Divine Masculine



12/21/2012 – A Wish for The Fathers
Awaken Fathers no matter how bent and broken be your branches no matter how dry and brittle be your leaf so you do not miss these first drops of miraculous rain come to revive the forsaken fathers of this earth. A long and terrible waste has set the Fathers Against our Mothers, Mothers against our Fathers, so this One-Thing that we are has been set asunder as if there is a one to set against an other. Let the rains now wash away the long war of delusion upon us all bringing the truth itself finally as a verdant Renaissance as perfect as light passing through light.

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