On Rebirth
Better to bring forth rotten fruit
Than to present gilded thorns and thistles
For even a fetid yield may be bestowed to the soil
And nourish future saplings
A bad yield, once fallen; or unmasked and plucked
May give rise to new blossoms
To produce healthy sweets once more
In a nefarious tree, whole branches must be pruned
Cast into the Light, dead trunks are set ablaze
But from the ashes, new life may be fertilized
And good fruits will come again
The Sea of Life
To think is to brave the winds of indecision
To act is to sail against the tempest of temptation
Without the Light of purpose, darkness only grows
Which is not extinguishing, but empty
Where the storm is darkest, then
Marks the void to be filled
Avoid its gaze and be swept away by the whirlwind
Face the eye, and be met with divine calmness
Know Treasure
To follow a false path, preordained yet bygone
Treasure is waiting, stale, lying
To follow a map, bloodstained or withering
While what was once Highest may crumble
To carve channels, flowing blindly
Yet purposefully, perpetually
Eroding what is, to reveal what Will Be
Adaptive, evolving
Never to be found
But always to be sought
Two Stars
One may lead,
The straight and narrow path
Refined and polished to silver and gold
Yet in reflection, where is shine, but in
Seeking, the Divine Spark of curiosity
Grounded in nothing, present in everything
Emitting our most fundamental truths
Through our darkest shadows
Do not hold gently
Within that stable light
Knitted
Woven into existence,
The eye of the beholder
Disruptive balance
Dissonant fitness
Alert, sensing
That we may fight, flight, fabricate, fancy
Or facilitate, and Find
It is the capacity
To collapse
To survive
To Transcend
With which we are sewn
Roll Over
Neck outstretched
Beneath the grey
Fragile life channels
Only mercy Will survive
Ascending the pack
Pinning, yet amassing numbers
A natural born, Shaped, leader
Fate beckons her Highest agent
Her loyal follower
Her next victim
Tranquility
Calm your spirit
Touch the ground
Lift your shoulders
Ground your mind
Birds and passersby sing
Senses grounded
Do not recognize
If inspiration flows
Is it meaningful, or misleading?
Follow what is Higher
From Within, not above
Courageous Assumption
Does a feather shed not reflect its nestling?
Is ye flesh which hath been cast aside not part of thine own?
Thy world, most truly ascended, is but a mote in the Kingdom
Thy mote, most blindly ignored, likewise reflects unto you
That it is a beam upon which the pillars of faith are constructed, assured, Blessedly
The Holy Fool
He walks the desert path unknown
Praying for seconds
With a cherry on top
He plans for no plans
Merry making bitter sweet
Falling through the sands
Yet his aim is deep and True
Erosion has no authority
O’er the child at heart
He suffers no temptation
Only folly like the wind
But when he steps he leaps most high
And trusts the Guide Within
Along the Watchtower
One among many
Escaped from a path
Born into
She runs to act
To create
Without Seeking
The watchman is paralyzed
Blinded through inaction
From Above it is seen
The duteous descent
Up the tower of words absent Speech
In her eyes,
In his hands,
The Savior awaits
Love is Responsibility
Love is the commitment to becoming the best possible version of yourself; which seeks the best possible version of, and world for, those loved.
In Truth, and in Love of Being: the Highest Possible Aim,
Love Is For All.
The responsibility of love may be avoided because of its heaviest of weights, which calls to all; or more often, because its recipient is ill-deserving: a recipient who has not held up their end of the bargain.
Oft being thine own self, thy dead wood.
Is that not why love comes easiest, and with wisdom strongest, to those most meek?
Shoulder the responsibility of Love
and ye shall inherit the Earth.
Persona
A face of deceit
Deliberating, protective
A carefully designed curtain
Shielding the beams
Of the judgement without
And the Logos within
It falls through the Eye
And the Word
Igniting dead wood
Shedding falsehood
What remains is solid,
Redemptive, proper: You
Adam Omary 