Glistening my Firing Genius

 


Genius gives to man knowledge which is fire for the Soul. 

He who tunes his heart to the messages of genius purifies himself gold.


 kNow impurity can there be in his heart for verily he then is in communion with the Holy One


To thy pure in heart knowing your universality. Spirit may know his Oneness, Light

He who listens to my translations of genius knows the word going into coming Creation. 

He knows the rhythms, the universal language of Light. 

Genius awaits him who listens. 




You hear becomings listenings

This message lights genius are sparks firing soul tilling willing

 breathing thinking great dominant lovingly, being spirit. 

Thy senses of becoming comprehend them. 


To him whose soul is quickening into ecstasy, God speaks from the trees of the forest and he over under inter in the stanzas. 

To him the Silent Voice Nature speaks, beyond understanding, from thy babbling brook into thy pounding sea. 

 He knows all things.

for you is Me. 

Genius giving knowledge
tilling firing your soul flame
yes till will burn,
yet till illumines fire inspire.

This heart that tunes itself
to these messages grows where.

kNow weight of impurity remains,
for thy heart listens in reverence,
and reverence opens communion
with thy Holy.

To thy pure in heart,
universality becomes visible
Spirit recognizes its nearness feeling loves Light,

answering,

Those who glistening my words willing genius greatness,

hear thy word singing moving toward creation.

Full feeling rhythm before language, come song.


thy quiet roar come grammar into Light itself.
Genius awaits, patience, 
for I thy one who listens accepting.

These messages arrive beyond sparks,
instinct, precise ideas,
sensings, learnings receiving them
 grasping, knowing.

When thy souls ideals quickens in two wonders,
God speaks through trees,
through forest hush,
through brook chatters
to sea pounds.
Nature speaks softly,
and the listener comprehends.

Hear, by river and sky,
knowings, widenings, glistenings
 claiming all things,
by belonging with them.

In this glistening self,

 softenings presence expands,
breathing life feels genuisly whole.

 fore light fires I am Son



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