Tuesday, June 18, 2013


GNOSIS

 for Christopher Bache
 

I willingly suspend my disbelief
In what I know that’s just intuitive;
Though scientistic minds will give me grief,
The gnostic’s is the holy way to live,
Which is to say, there’s knowing that transcends
Materiality in space and time,
A cosmic consciousness that recommends
A kind of reasoning that’s more like rhyme
Than logic or the rationality
Pertaining merely to what’s manifest;
A deeper realm that’s implicate I’ll see
When I acknowledge what I’ve long suppressed.
     The greatest barrier is always fear:
     That gone—who knows what Visions may appear?







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