living between the lines

the task was already done prior to going into it......it was complete . Time was the vehicle in which it would express itself , but it was not determined by time.

It was how he attended to his sound , his attentiveness to the silence.....the intervals that held within them all possibilities....the realization of all his dreams objectified outside of him in a form that never curtailed them , but rather , allowed them to unfold into the fullness of their own essence in a world transcendent to cause and effect .

The whispers were like the siren song of the lorelei . His was a seductive God.....a force that lived in and through him as a spiritual imperative , one that served as a wellspring to infinity , a doorway into silence.....no sound....no thing......the great womb of being , the scource , the unknown and the unheard that waited in the no time of forever to be recognized and to be heard.....be seen , and be shared in an act of Love....an immaculate conception that brought forth a form unspeakable within that which when pressed against the unscaled walls of time became the alpha and omega of his existence .

And so it was in the exoneration of all that was believable that he discovered absolution , clean and clear like a sliver of ice sliced from the distillation of every tear drop that had suborned his lips .

So ! ..............Can you see...........can you remember now ........how his small hands wrapped themselves around the universe ?And can you see now how OUR connection exists on some other continent of the never ending night that seeks to tame the blind and soothe the pain within the startled cripples on their way to another invocation by the steps of the church upon the hill between the living between the lines concessions that sullied the edges of his search for grace sustained inside his nascent journey to oblivion ?

I was listening to a boy today who spoke to me of dreams , while his parents stood by , unsettled by his vision .........wondering , ............WHEN ..........WHEN , would he kill the dream AND THE DREAMER .... and become a man .