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I. The Prayer

To the tune of Le Jardin de Monsieur Monet by Stephan Moccio

Lord, come and take me home,
To the Garden of Thy Mind.

There, let me rest a while, 
As I listen to Thy choirs on high.

Let these branches shelter me,
Let them show me what our love might be.

Here, cradled in Thy arms, 
I can feel eternity.

Please, never leave my side, 
Walk with me on winding mountain roads.

Flow… let this fountain flow,
Whisp’ring all the secrets of the whole.

I have eaten every fruit
That grows upon the ancient midnight root.

Great visions have I seen;
Ripples on a vast and lonely sea.

There’s a Sage I know;
He’s got stories to tell.
Won’t you listen to Him
As He speaks of heav’n and hell?

Clean… let my soul be clean,
Let me sink into eternal being.

God, let my heart be free,
Let Thy flowing waters gently nourish me.

Cold, sitting on this peak,
Now I watch the morning sun (son?) arise.

Pale shades of pink I see,
Shimm’ring o’er the cloudy fields before me.

Sweet whispers do I hear,
Soft’ revealing all the mysteries of my age.

Soon, heav’nly crowds appear,
Keenly calling me to enter higher spheres.

Though desert plains I roam, 
Still I plant my seeds and watch them grow.

Soft rains will gently fall, 
Bringing life to all these ancient desert soils.

Great gardens will appear,
Luscious wildflow’r fields begin to bloom.

Though a desert once was here, 
Birds now sing in tow’ring forests near.

God now guides me to a cave
In the shadow of the mountain.

I’m led to darker depths within
By the golden light of my Holy Bride.

Soon the bottom will appear,
Just as we have always feared.

Lord, come and take me home,
To the gardens of thy Mind.

II. The Revelation

It’s knowing that you’re home,

Even though you feel so far away.

It’s knowing that you’re safe,

Even though you feel so vulnerable.

It’s knowing that you’re in divine company,

Even though you feel so alone.

It’s knowing that the desert may be transformed into a garden,

If thou wouldst play the caretaker.

It’s knowing that every wildflower has burst forth from a twig, which has grown from a branch, and from a trunk, and from a root, and from a seed, which has fallen from another wildflower.

It’s knowing that the bee gives as he receives.

It’s knowing that all serve the Queen.

It’s knowing that all are in service of the beekeeper, who keeps, and who receives the harvest into his storehouse.

It’s knowing that the Master allows his pupils to remain free, and to play.

It’s knowing that the student always returns to his Master after his playing.

It’s knowing that the prokopton always yields to the Sophos.

It’s knowing that the Sage always yields to the Father.

It’s knowing that the herd receives as they nurture the vast plains.

It’s knowing that the fire rises as surely as the rain falls.

It’s knowing that the Sun yields to the Moon, and the Moon to the Sun.

It’s knowing that the moon reflects the light of the Sun, and is shaped by the Sun.

It’s knowing that all things which are shined upon reflect the glory of the light that shines.

It’s knowing that Home is found at the point where the inner light meets the outer source.

III. The Fear of God

“Every time I try to leave, 
They pull me back in!”1

This is a statement about the fundamental nature of reality.

There are some things in life that draw us closer, by our own will or against it.

The question of God and His nature is such a thing, for though we all leave for a brief moment, we yet hasten our return, or rather we are dragged back into God’s grasp, and there we wrestle, and there we die, and there we are awoken, and then it is as if we had been born again.

There are those who cry out against God, saying, “He does not exist, and even if He did, He would be a cruel God, and therefore not one to be worshiped, for all the evil He has done.”

“Ye fools,” God cries up from the deep, “ye do not know that thy mocking only serves to strengthen Me, for as with sand, when it is blown by strong winds onto jagged rocks, what was once rough will be made smooth.”

“Besides this, thy pride covereth thine eyes, and you are made to be blind, for ye do not like My ways, and ye do not fear Me. Therefore, I will act against thee, and I will reject thy sacrifice, for thou playeth the adversary in My grand narrative, and there is only one destined to remain.”

There are some who grasp onto life as if it were theirs to hold, but as the Caretaker must discard of the rotted branch, so too must the grasper be tossed into the flames, for they do not wait upon God, and thus they remain in their ignorance, and they choose not to receive the living waters which God has offered them, and they become dry, and they fall to the forest floor, where they await the great burning.

“It is true,” says God, “I am a God of great terrors and grief, and even of pain and many sorrows. Ye who have ears to hear, know that my ways are incomprehensible to mankind, and yet even man participates in the plans which I have set in motion, for while I direct, mankind are directed, and while I purge, mankind sharpens their weapons.”

Have ye returned?

Have ye been reborn?

Have ye seen?

 

1. The Godfather

IV. The Sacred Grove

Nurtured by this holy place, my soul takes flight with the wind and dances throughout the Garden that abounds.

Kneeling, I pray, that I may be made one with the spirit of this place, and that I might be initiated into Her innermost secrets.

She whispers softly, yet I hear Her voice resounding throughout my being.

The Sun shines its warm rays through the thick forest, touching only fated spaces.

As the evening enters, the stars begin telling stories of battles won and lost as they flicker through the shifting branches of the stringy-bark trees.

Ferns shimmer in the moonlight that has fallen through the cracks of the thick canopy and onto the forest floor.

Warmed by the fire and inspired by its light and music, our thoughts turn to sacred things.

In the morning we are awoken by the birds that sing their praise to the coming of day.

Flickering through the trees upon the eastern hill, the rays of sun touch our faces and promise to reveal ancient paths.

Upon these paths we wander, and we participate in the creation that is unfolding in this sacred place.

Our souls are lifted to higher plains, and there we rest as great gardens begin to grow.

V. Let Me Dwell​

God, open up Thy gates,
Let Thy living waters enter here.

Even though we all may die,
Let there be a new song ringing from Thy mountain tops, and from Thy high places, even that they who have learned to hear may be led into thy waiting arms.

Give me courage, that I may weather the storm.

Give me faith, that I may be led by Thy light which shines within.

Give me patience, that I may yield unto Thee, and be led by Thee down winding mountain paths.

Above all, give me wisdom, for there Thou art, and there I wish to dwell.

FEATURE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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