.
Wherefore the touted mystery
Whereby the bread and wine are seen
As made most magically into the blood and body of the Son?
Is this some rare and awesome thing?
A paragon?A miracle beyond the ken of human mind?
How did the gaunt and black-robed parasites beguile our kind
Into accepting them as sole recourse to Deity,
And by their hand alone, and of their hocus pocus
Hic est corpus only to receive the Lord into our souls?
When did we lose the sight of God to the extent that we forgot
Our unity with that which is our true integrity, and what
Could hold us thus so long apart from Truth?
There is no mystery to this! There is no body but the Lord,
Made manifold and myriad, in consciousness alone distinct,
Yet of one substance made into the breadth and depth of all
Creation's creatures, and the very rocks and stones as well;
All that is made is of that body formed.
All that has life lives by the very blood of that One's being;
Light it is, the gold-white ichor of the very God
Which animates the body of the man, the plant, the animal alike,
Where there is light, there flows the life of God, indeed.
Indeed, the grape is nourished by the sun, and bleeds its soul
To be a symbol of the blood of God. And bread serves well
As unifying principle that we may tell to children
How the Lord is in us, and we share His life.
But are we children? Are we babes to feed on pap
Fed by some artificer, telling only half the tale?
Wherefore this transubstantiation mystery?
As made most magically into the blood and body of the Son?
Is this some rare and awesome thing?
A paragon?A miracle beyond the ken of human mind?
How did the gaunt and black-robed parasites beguile our kind
Into accepting them as sole recourse to Deity,
And by their hand alone, and of their hocus pocus
Hic est corpus only to receive the Lord into our souls?
When did we lose the sight of God to the extent that we forgot
Our unity with that which is our true integrity, and what
Could hold us thus so long apart from Truth?
There is no mystery to this! There is no body but the Lord,
Made manifold and myriad, in consciousness alone distinct,
Yet of one substance made into the breadth and depth of all
Creation's creatures, and the very rocks and stones as well;
All that is made is of that body formed.
All that has life lives by the very blood of that One's being;
Light it is, the gold-white ichor of the very God
Which animates the body of the man, the plant, the animal alike,
Where there is light, there flows the life of God, indeed.
Indeed, the grape is nourished by the sun, and bleeds its soul
To be a symbol of the blood of God. And bread serves well
As unifying principle that we may tell to children
How the Lord is in us, and we share His life.
But are we children? Are we babes to feed on pap
Fed by some artificer, telling only half the tale?
Wherefore this transubstantiation mystery?
And is there mystery at all?
Or change, save in our consciousness,
Or change, save in our consciousness,
Which must abjure abasement and embrace
The true descent in place of fall.
If change there be, it is most simply this:
We change from craven supplicants to celebrants in holy bliss.
The substance of our lives is sanctified in offering
Our bodies and our living blood unto the One I Am,
Ingesting Truth; becoming That I Am, that is the sole salvation.
Thus digesting God, we are assimilated to Oneself Supreme.
Eternal priests of living flame in spirit unified,
We are transformed in mind, we are become the Bride.
In consciousness with God
If change there be, it is most simply this:
We change from craven supplicants to celebrants in holy bliss.
The substance of our lives is sanctified in offering
Our bodies and our living blood unto the One I Am,
Ingesting Truth; becoming That I Am, that is the sole salvation.
Thus digesting God, we are assimilated to Oneself Supreme.
Eternal priests of living flame in spirit unified,
We are transformed in mind, we are become the Bride.
In consciousness with God
And with the whole world wide and deep
We meet - and we are one - this is a simple and a sacred thing.
Know you, my brothers in the parentage of God,
That we are in no need of priestcraft which does raise itself
Above us, making us to cry for bread and blessing only it can give.
The Son lives in us, and the blood of God moves in our veins,
And the breath of God has breathed into us, giving us our voice
With which to sing the praise of One Most High --
Eternal, never dying, ever rising consciousness of Unity.
This is our own, our heritage.
From Mother God we take our form,
From Father God our life is given, and they are One,
Most High and Holy Mystery: One Being All That Is.
We meet - and we are one - this is a simple and a sacred thing.
Know you, my brothers in the parentage of God,
That we are in no need of priestcraft which does raise itself
Above us, making us to cry for bread and blessing only it can give.
The Son lives in us, and the blood of God moves in our veins,
And the breath of God has breathed into us, giving us our voice
With which to sing the praise of One Most High --
Eternal, never dying, ever rising consciousness of Unity.
This is our own, our heritage.
From Mother God we take our form,
From Father God our life is given, and they are One,
Most High and Holy Mystery: One Being All That Is.
