10.27.2010

X. 82.

7. Ye will not find him who produced these creatures: another thing hath risen up among you.
Enwrapt in misty cloud, with lips that stammer, hymn-chanters wander and are discontented.

THE DISEASE

A nightingale once said to a peacock:
'When I trill, people gather to listen to the beauty and purity of my voice -- man may be a murderer but he is also an aesthete.'
The peacock listened well, and decided to get an admiring crowd for his beautiful plumage, something far more exquisite than anything that the nightingale could show.
So he went to a place where human beings congregated, and pranced in front of a group of people, folding and unfolding his tail, strutting and thrusting his feathers in front of everyone's eyes.
One of the men said:
'There is something wrong with that unfortunate peacock -- he cannot keep still. It must be some illness.'
So they seized the peacock and killed it, in case the disease spread to their domestic fowls.

10.26.2010

AM I IN YR ROOM

SO ARE ALL YR DEAD WHO HAVE NOT GONE INTO OTHER BODIES IT IS EASY TO CALL THEM BRING THEM AS FIRES WITHIN SIGHT OF EACH OTHER ON HILLS U & YR GUESTS THESE TIMES WE SPEAK ARE WITHIN SIGHT OF & ALL CONNECTED TO EACH OTHER DEAD OR ALIVE NOW DO U UNDERSTAND WHAT HEAVEN IS IT IS THE SURROUND OF THE LIVING

BENEDICTION