IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning was the word, but before the word there was no beginning
And before the beginning was another beginning, but of another realm
And this realm had no beginning for it always was; it evolves into spheres
To which one attributes no beginning and no end, but one listens and hears

Transcendent, not captured, not grasped; much less possessed by a mortal
Knowing start but not the finish; who drinks water and eats his daily morsel
Something endless does not translate into alphabet; numbers are fatal
The prod to define time comes from its haste it thrusts upon its children

Suspended in time but time has emerged from the timeless realm of which
One thinks in finite ways unable to bypass the blows of the time’s whip
Church clocks strike bells on quarters of each hour but they don’t know why
Man in lack of this commodity fell in love with time chasing it like a bride

Hopeful bridegroom seeks to marry time and find respite in its confines
But time eludes his ardent moves making him chase this most illusive bride
Into obsession it drives his mind while senselessly falling in love with time
Your fathers fell prey to that same devious trap by chasing procurement
Of something money can’t buy

THE LIBERATING FORCE

Bound up with pride of this very short life
Shortening its span and quality even more
Bound up thoughts rush to bind up others
The unsuspected the innocent and still free

The need for company but only in the same
Is the drive yet unknown and yet unexplained
A truly free soul would never enslave
Another soul born free into this world

Only slaves make slaves on a massive scale
Bondage leads bondage, blind leading the blind
They fellowship in blindness within the confines
Of that ditch they fell into, which they hate to forsake

What else could they do but hate their bitter serfdom
Hearing the message of freedom so clearly declared
With many echoes it repeats itself but then it dies
Sunken into that ditch, into a swamp and quicksand

The sound of freedom slowly dissipates and then is no more
It joins those souls that longed for freedom but were sore afraid
To pay the price of nonconformity to stay unique and free
Amnesty’s proclaimed your prison bars swing open

The ransom note you’re reading now is not a contract
Nor punishment-carrying binding note, it carries no threats
No doom no gloom no fires of hell or a slave-master's whip
Instead of iron fetters I give you a feather light thought

Born when the Almighty created the Firstborn Word
By which He made all things free, unconscious of self
Free souls entered the dust and dust oppressed the soul
Free thought entered the brain and brain oppressed the thought

Oppression won’t cease for it spins around itself
The desperately unhappy ego cries for more of the same
The eluding gratification lacks the staying power
With a full-blown hope it yearns and aches for gratification

But it only spins around the beaten paths tread by many
They fell asleep with the hope that one day they will be set free
This hope for freedom resides only here where it’s needed most
In the sphere divine it needs not be for it comes here to liberate

This hope I speak of here carries an awesome force behind
Hope is only a door that leads into freedom’s corridors
It leads to bright light and the unconfined agility of thought
That stirs the inner regions and does make them unstuck

The bonding glue slowly dissolves when *codependency melts
The self-righteous trend, accusing voices, condemning thoughts
Ramble aimlessly they roam the waterless spaces of netherworld
Seeking whom to devour and eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner

It feeds on illusion while staying hungry, unsatisfied and with an appetite
For more of much the same repetitious aimless wanderings out there
In the world where freedom is unknown where bound-up souls roam
Where truth is rejected and its most glorious liberating force

SLIPPING AWAY

Slipping into darkness that’s easy
Finding your way can be hard
Knowing which is my way
But can you see in darkness?

Slipping down the slope is easy
Stepping on lose rocks is risky
But climbing has its rewards
As long you’re anchored in truth

Finding your way is finding the truth
But truth may not settle well with you
Finding yourself without the light
Is guessing and endlessly dreaming

Slipping into light does not happen
One can only slip away from its realm
Turning on the light is always costly
Darkness needs no effort or grasp

Darkness is void, nothing without light
Darkness holds no bill and no account
Life is the power of light, which never dies
It goes on and never slips away

Choices are of light, while it’s still close by
Turning on the interest must not return void
Does not slip away or rolls down the slope
It climbs a slippery slope and grasps

Fire always rises and alights above
But when it dies down it retreats to its chambers
Do you know the source and its dwelling place?
It is the same as never slipping away

THE BACK DOOR

When torment begins comfort's provided
When suffering breaks out you cannot fight it
But gently fall, like a leaf... on the silky pillow case
Ease you pain beside the fire, or in the fireplace
There is your escape unknown to your kin
To scholars of the unknown skilled in the unseen
They won't find you there no matter what the ploy
Fire burns and kills, but not all, for you it's to enjoy
The wicked fries and shrinks in pain
The righteous basks and welcomes the flame
The hidden truth is found in wind and thunder,
In tempest, in time of need, in thirst and hunger
When wicked laughs and bends in scorn
The righteous fills his barns with corn
New wine and bread grace his white spread
The golden lamp, purple, blue, scarlet and red
They mix with sparks of the golden lamp
The golden goblet runs over with wine
Never savored, exquisitely refined... and it is mine
The chalice is mine, the table and spread
Those barns of corn and plenty of bread
Are now legally mine. Forever more!
The Maker reached my hearty's deepest core
I have increased, turned out quite a feat
Who can now measure with yards and feet
The scope of bliss, happiness and joy?
Unending life knocks on my door
Bringing me comfort of things to come
That back-door of death soon I'll overcome

ABOUT TIME

Give time a chance to recover from its toils
Give time a respite and make it smile on you
From the point of creation in its infancy
Time was made for healing, bliss and vibrancy

One must not be ill to talk about health
One must not be sad to talk about joy
One must not taste wars to know peace
One must know time and how it feels

Time can be your friend if you treat it so
Or it can be like an unredeemed foe
In time nothing gets lost not even dross
The byproduct of fire and liquified gold

Time is most precious when in its raw form
Time's no master and you're not its slave
Clock's arms are not whips hastening your end
Man made them and bound himself with

Give time some slack and it will thank you
With every turn of the wondrous planet
Shadows of nights and sun's ceaseless rays
Don't ever bind time and it will serve you well

Befriend time, breathe into it eternity
Defuse its gloom which you have imagined
The raw form of time, free and unconstrained
Turns space into grace thoughts into sunshine

Raw honey's the best unprocessed and unfiltered
So is time, which cannot be harnessed or bottled
Like a guardian angel watching over you
Time is the usher standing at the door

An escort to that royal seat prepared for you
Before time ever was, before matter appeared
Time came from no-time whence it will go
Clocks will decay and be no more

ALMIGHTY BUCK

Hear a thunder hear a roar
There’s a raging going on
Depths of heart one curbs and blocks
At depths of soul one scorns and laughs
Timeless treasure chest, but under a lock

Unaccounted for… unlike the almighty buck

Hear a cry hear a sob
There’s an orphan, all alone
Your daily trash, your overflow
Left by the calloused anger-clenched fists
By souls and hearts that beat amiss

Tears he drinks and sorrows he eats

I spread my arms and call the meek
Perhaps they’ll hear and then retreat
From vein pursuits the newfound belief
The full must get fuller and the poor must get…
Not so, for the one that has now goes amuck

Unaccounted for… unlike the almighty buck

HUNGRY

Hungry for food I’ll give a morsel
Hungry for gold find pick and shovel
Hungry for fame then find some talent
Hungry for sex find yourself a spouse

In all other events roll up your sleeves
Fill your and your wife’s mouth with food
Feed your family and even your pet
Take a boat on water catch a fish or two

Thirsty for a drink, but not from your well
Thirsty, dry and parched may be your lips
But is your heart thirsty for more than a drink
Can it beat for others to the tune of justice

For little children; for black and white
For creeds you know and those deemed far out
Justice and mercy is the purest drink
It puts a smile on a sad face and soothes the soul

Don’t drink by yourself until you’re drunk
Don’t eat alone beyond your waistline
Don’t let each heartbeat lose even one beat
Please let it also beat for those in great need

THE MERCY GATE

America needs no doctrines, but mercy
It needs compassion, no more smug conceit
It needs refinement in things that made it
America the great exceeding the ages
The forces within that make it crumble
With careless reflections on history’s past
Make no provision for history’s hope…
The columns of freedom begin to falter
The worm beneath them gorged on its spoils
Meant to endure for epochs of time
Now not considered, estranged tomorrow
Much less to prolong the founders’ legacy
With ardor they strived to build a better life
For self and those that would embrace
The values of freedom, mercy and grace
Which made this nation home of the brave

MY WEALTH & BLISS

When torment begins comfort’s provided
When suffering breaks out you cannot fight it
But gently fall, like a leaf... on the silky pillow case
Ease you pain beside the fire or... in the fireplace
There is your escape unknown to your kin
To scholars of the unknown skilled in the unseen
They won’t find you there no matter what the ploy
Fire burns and kills, but not all, for you it’s to enjoy
The wicked fries and shrinks in pain
The righteous basks and welcomes the flame
The hidden truth is found in wind and thunder,
In tempest, in time need, in thirst and hunger
When that fool laughs and bends in scorn
The wise keeps filling his barns with corn
New wine and bread grace his white spread
The golden lamp, the blue, scarlet and red
They mix with sparks of the golden lamp
The golden goblet runs over with wine
Never savored, exquisitely refined... and it is mine
The chalice is mine, the table and spread
Those barns of corn and plenty of bread
Are legally mine, forever! I have increased, rose to my feat
My wealth and bliss cannot be measures with yards and feet

By Joseph Luxum