Dog Poet Transmitting…….
It is that time again. Every year it comes around, at a different time, which I do not remember always being the case but.. now it is. That means it is time to revisit the Easter Poem, “I Do Believe.”
It says what I think about Jesus Christ. I’ve been trying to think of something else to say but I can hardly think of anything that hasn’t been said. I’ll come up with something if I think about it long enough.
God is Love. Jesus Christ is the first emanation of the almighty God, so Jesus Christ is obviously the manifest expression of Love and everything done, everything accomplished by Jesus Christ, real or allegorically translated, from the unremembered real to the modern expression of it, is a real or translated statement of the eternally resonant Love of the ineffable for all life. The ineffable has a single primary extension and that is Love. Love is infinitely adaptable as the Emerald Tablet says, “And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation.”
Every valuable truth that can be gleaned is present in that brief treatise, just as a complete primer for existence in both the manifest and the unmanifest is to be found in The Tao De Ching- The Way of Life, according to Lao Tzu. The Tao De Ching comes, allegedly from around 600 BC and The Emerald Tablet, allegedly from about 2400 years before that. I can’t speak to any precision in the matter but I can say they precede the arrival and seeming departure of The Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ, master of contradiction who also said, “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. It was followed, either or immediately thereafter by something like, “For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.” That might be verbatim but I doubt that anything is (grin) and that is why I said, in the spirit of all sincere redundancy, “that might be verbatim.”
Almost Alive in the Manifest World of the Eternal, External Temporary