The Culling

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The Culling

©2012, Olan L. Smith

 

Swiftly the Harvester will appear and seize, in panic

People will turn to each other and say, "Why

Are we in its grip, for whom does it come?"

It arrives to gathers all!

 

Humans shall fall down and become like dirt

To be repossessed by Mother.

Use your reasoning and comprehend hope is in

The unseen, un-sensed sphere where

 

Force animates tissue and is Origin.

What comes from the Earth belongs to her

And what is of spirit belongs to the perpetual

Oomph of the Cosmos;

 

The Universe has countless membranes, and each

Its own progenitor and that female announces

What is hers and is possessive of her

Offspring even those of doppelganger realms,

 

Where flesh and spirit blend one must

Align with the eternal and forbade not the

Flesh to give the Earth what

Is hers, and know the heavens also reap.

 

What is temporal?  Is it delusion of mind?

Who sees beyond this fabric?  Whoever

Relies only on the mortal senses is doom to repeat

Their ancestor's blunders,

 

A millstone is prepared for this world and flesh

Will be diminished; our central hub will

Find itself released of its prison for the

Culling is finishing and unconditional.

 

 

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