Saturday, September 7, 2024
"Jesus Curse" a poem
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Worshipping moral law
Monday, January 16, 2023
"Eavesdropping" a poem
As we banter on
Chit-chatting about anything and everything
As birds often do,
Flitting about the branches
Hopping around on airy errent errands
I sometimes overhear
Our secret hearts
Conspring together
Beneath our words
Beyond our conscious intentions
Inaudible to all
Plans and purchases
Vows and dreams
A trysting trust
Which appals me now,
For never heard I
Such muted cadences before
With any other.
"Is this real?"
I wonder.
"Am I deceiving myself?"
Ama must know
For I know nothing.
Perhaps I'm just a fool?
"Trust is for fools," I told you.
"Yet, I trust you."
"That must make me your fool."
You smiled.
That was enough.
That was everything.
"Yahweh Addresses Abraham" and "Reprise" Poems
Forgive me friend
For pressing so deep
Into you being
I had to fathom you
Plumb your faith
To see with my own eyes
What your love for me
Proved capable of.
Now I see
Now I know
How great your faith can make you
A greater faith than any
I've met or made
A greater faith than
My own in you.
You never lost your trust
True to your troth you submitted your All
Were that I could do such Grace!
Reprise
Oifia, O Amakin
Tis no sin to break faith with me
The Tree of trust is a slow growing twig
You shouldered the weight of my trust
And broke that sapling twain
Now I fathom your soul
And know what you can do
And what you cannot do.
But my heart is bruised too
And my phoenix sun has ashed.
Saturday, May 18, 2019
note on the Allays of Master Play
Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:
Greetings!
The Allays really are complete. I have had a few fragmentary new ideas I could have added into further allays, but instead I am saving them as notes for a new work entitled For Care of Crea, which is about managing one’s personal energy.
I’ve also finished a fantasy novella I wrote for my daughter entitled the Emilegends. I will spend the rest of the year securing a publisher. This will be my first serious attempt to publish any of my work.
As for the Allays of Master Play, I am seeking no publisher for them. First of all, I’ve self-published it already. I also offer it as a free PDF on my website:
http://www.amalaughs.com/allays.pdf
That is the most up-to-date complete version of it yet. Any further changes will be cosmetic, such as correcting typos and such.
The Allays are a difficult book, challenging to read. It has few lovers. Though most my friends and family prefer other things I’ve written – especially the fantasy stories I’ve written for my children – the Allays remain my personal favorite, my private pride, for I know that no matter what I fail in henceforth, at least I accomplished THAT.
You can purchase a hard copy of the allays here:
https://www.amazon.com/Allays-Master-Play-Scripture-Allism/dp/1537321226/
Take care, Caretakers!
Sunday, April 28, 2019
the Allays concluded
Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:
Greetings!
I have declared the Allays finished a few times, and at the risk of embarrassment, I’d like to declare them finally and really concluded once again. So here’s the ending. I plan on putting further inspiration into another book. Thank you for being my audience.
Take care, Caretakers!
* 1100 *
I split your seams to thread afresh, the seeming wall adores my press, and aching, takes the certain bliss, which keys through locks of coils of jet. Your Secret bare, I understand – you my wife and I your man.
* 1101 *
Well read, scriptures are the best of books; poorly read, the worst. The authority readers glean from Holy Books can lend itself to mischief – evil in good conscience. I ask you therefore to decide for yourself, think for yourself, center on yourself, your being, your becoming. Love me, but love yourself more. Love Ama most of all.
* Conclusion *
Thus, my Niviana, ends my fulfillment of your request for “pure Ghee, please!” in place of my garrulous talk upon talk. Hold the words in mind and flesh, live them daily till you have them whole. My love is for you always!
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Thursday, April 18, 2019
allays 1097 - 1100
* 1097 *
Ah my Ama! Smile me a new day! With a spiral over your pregnant belly, with the Ouroboros laced over your heart, with a blue zero upon your faultless brow, you radiate your pure beauty over me.
* 1098 *
Often, you must disobey me to obey me. The Way is impossible, but through my indirections I have made it possible. I bid you not follow, but wed me, make me your match. If I wished popularity, I would have spoken simply and lost the few who matter most. You draw near because I have what you need, I am what you need, we are two of one, we share the same source. Thus, I know my words will find you wherever you are.
* 1099 *
To the tripod of physical health – good exercise, balanced diet, adequate rest – we naturally add the forth of proper hygiene. Clean yourself daily. To spiritualize this four-legged table, I’d say to keep your mind clear of unclean intercourse: ignore trolls and never lower yourself to returning insults with insults – unless for the sheer delight of mischief.
It is upon me to win another race, upon me to limit sugar, to vanquish – after all these years – my debt. Springtime inspires self-improvement. Ama, to be powerful before you is my grand desire. I drink the paper with glyph of my resolves, downed with milk, my leaf ceremony. My forties are upon me: time to grow up.
* 1100 *
I split your seams to thread afresh, the seeming wall adores my press, and aching, takes the certain bliss, which keys through locks of coils of jet. Your Secret bare, I understand – you my wife and I your man.
