(an excerpt from the poem in its formative stage, not full, yet fulfilled, not in its entirety, but by its every excerpt)
For when there still was, the time
for the three wise man, to arrive,
into the gardens of Eden,
and, as they were called to arrive,
but for this time only, they did not know,
were not aware, and thus have wondered in vein,
about the place, nor that its its extension, as such,
one called it, has been put in place, for them
and for in a certain way to hunt them, interstellar beasts,
and to catch their prayers, gifts from so far away,
from what is above, and to what is below,
that is, for their place of pilgrimage,
and has been;
that's the only choice available.
So forth they did, oh so arrive, on time,
and within those limits, quite specifically set,
for them, and to feel welcomed, in the light, the mirrth,
and the very golden essence of glory, as given
in any imaginable form or illusory shape of protocols unbeknownst.
So, we've had some lunch for them,
nice chat and we discussed on our terms,
and under those conditions, I have been but dismayed
and forcefully kind to also admit,
so quite profoundly, that they'll need to leave
their sticks behind
if they are ever about to leave this place of:
prayer, gifts and warship;
belief, surrender and unimaginable suffering;
that is, my simple dwelling;
And so they did, the three favourable kings,
not in much haste, undoubtedly enough,
thus left behind, their simple sticks, and left,
each one without a stick,
they were so kind.
In order, for them, to leave and safely home, to arrive,
they signed, each one with a finger from each hand,
for never again to ever return into gardens of mine.
For the holy curse, thy humbly, if I may, to the above!
For the unimaginable sorrow and its all, from here,
and from the deepest of below, I howl, to you, my dearest,
for the howling, and the wholesome shield of terrifying fear:
to never ever anymore even try,
to never ever anymore even think,
to never ever anymore to return,
to never ever not return at any time, none at all!
There's nothing to return for!
There's all the strength that passed upon
and has been slain for glory and the beauty
of the pure light, the wisdom and the presence
of it all!
Therefore, we humbly wish you:
Stay safe and take the longest turn you could ever possibly take around the globe and pass by oh stranger to the unknown, the unbeknownst of the abyss and creature of no past, no future, no glory - in order to avoid the crucifying fate what will and might befall you, for the past, the present and for even the slightest possibility of any imaginable future! Herein I beg you: do not wish, do not attempt and do not start again for what you cannot possibly wish, cannot possibly attempt and you cannot possibly ever win.
Pass on!
The Melkhior, the Caspar, the Balthazar!
You're banished!
With Love!
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Titled: By the 21st of the 23 of the Invisible Archons of the Ninth, the Seventh and the Third - for this Night You're Warned, You're Cursed and You're Banished. Done!
An excerpt from the series: Hashem a la Carte | shalom einz zwei drei
There ain't a proof other than the very existence.
#actsofdisobedience #actsofnoreturn