Pass Over Me – Selah

Pass over me
Once,

Like the cloud pillar of bright
Night,

Pass over me
Love,

That we have found another
Within,

Pass over me
Dream,

As all my wakings, so too my
Sleep,

Pass over me
Death,

For the blood of the Lamb,
Is upon my great gates,

Pass over me
Life,

That our unspoken marriage, might children of breath appeal,

Pass over me
Light,

That I may give this life to
you,

Pass over me
Water,

The serenity of waves,
The certain lapping hands of tide,

Pass over me
passion,

For now I see the Infinite Self, and all the faces in the River,

Pass over me
Pain,

For to feel, is not to die,
As to die, is to all Gods feel,

Pass over me
conviction,

For Golden Calves, and banished Caves, are nothing in the sun,

Pass over me
potential,

For truly all I am
Is DUST,

Pass over me
Denial,

That I might know and forgo
Your wills,

Pass over me
Reason,

For the Good of the forms, is the only true way,

Pass over me
Logos,

Forgive my chaos, let it steep,
And all my honors exile,

Pass over me
Legion,

That all the Demons meet the
Swine,

Pass over me
Prince of Air,

For all you’ll be, and are is
Gone,

Pass over me
My Valor God,

For to assume
another does,

Is the
childs

only
damming

Sin.

-Father
I AM

Son
Yeshua in the
Highest

Davek Spirit
Amen-

Hear my harp,
All Davids and Kings,

Write the holy firmaments
of thou,

Who’s
daily

Body, Word, and
Blood,

Are the only needed
Truths

For
Me.

I long to dwell within your tent
Forever,

And take refuge in the shelter of your wings,

Selah

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About Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes

I write. Do you read? I write. I write words: Carefully and consistently, and chaotically, from the deep pulsar unison of the still mind (or the violent undoing of the still mind); Sometimes I resemble Robert Zimmerman (my hair uncut, my mind uncut, all unregulated thoughts, wind haphazard along a pale american brow too). Sometimes, Sometimes words are fragments of paragraphs and you find them eschew in and from time, and with care, in the long ribbon fabric or one single unsealed cosmic spiral, and then they burn wild like black-holes ( birthing voids built the milky way); Still there are words so heavy and pure that they anchor fast the mind to the mere memory of their syllables in the quiet echoes, in and around, the deep violet sea of the questioning readers inner-mind. I write sentences: In strands, like silk, or links in chains, or diamond arranged compressed carbon coal electrons, or the frequency of more intimately woven atoms; In intricate quilts of reason, and warmly glowing sheets of cotton fiction that cover you at 4 am on a Sunday (with the sun bright and a bastard, soon to be hitting your face from the slats in the window shades); I write paragraphs, and as such I consider it a duty of the considerate and conflicted human to consider their conflicts human, and consider: In airports, in churches, in penthouses in Hollywood (who overlook the homeless mountains and the slanting fogs of debilitated industries, and the vacuum seduction, and lifeless Angel City in the Wests bleached blonde sand, and lids of imagery cover sad vacant eyes), in station wagons, in deep wood temples in Maine, near the Androscoginn River, where the Native Americans caught silver fish and eternity lived off communal tides to the distant ocean, which is now more black than the sky from our waste, now wrought with the studied three-headed-demon-fish, (but still a holy place Maine, it glows); In any meaningful medium, known or noun, imaginable is mans only true duty. It is mans only Deity (For what was with God, what was God? The Word was, In The Beginning). To chase the promise that reality and truth are not yet only relative devices, and leaving these scriptures: On brains, and on paper, and on papyrus, and old plaster, and on the backs of old Polaroids (once someone did at least), the thin skin on wet hands who ru
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2 Responses to Pass Over Me – Selah

  1. Evelyn says:

    “selah” is such a magic word.

  2. Michael says:

    reads like a prayer

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