My World

The one who asks will never receive
But he who lives possesses all
What I sought after never did I enjoy
But what I fled from never left my tail

Beauty, love and truth are always fleeting
What is true in my life is the freedom of death
The absenting of love that once was
And the influx of pain and fear

It is an illusion that childhood is fleeting
We still are helpless but decide to forget
Walking as a mortal among others
We forget that we are all learners

When I dared to follow the footsteps of my fathers
Selling my soul to the power of education
Value was always measured and presented
My value being the pain of nothingness

An outlaw in my own tribe and country
As the generations past sneered at my defeat
More power over this broken body
Awakens the memory of death and freedom

The question of life is the question of death
Pain and the death of the soul brings us nigh unto it
When the dark knight bent for a drink
His ally helped him into the river of blood

Such is the story of my life with the mortals
Every moment I seek the immortal and forget the moment
Every god did I trust and destroy
And every moment of ungodliness was a lie

In the midst of the cruel desert of scorpions
Lived the young Persian mystic
When the camel died and the sand grew heavy
Life and love knew their mortality

Such is the fate of the bold son of man
Languishing in the face of intense power
Finding his soul amidst cruel injustice
And carving his life among the generations of the earth

His face then look unto a grand opening
The promise of incommensurable peace opened his heart
Not from man or the gods but from humiliation itself
The lack that the world is founded on is pleasant

I still seek as I grow weary in this wilderness
Wise mystics moved among me and never cease calling me
Foolish tempters crave my company as the days go by
Torn between every promise I live my life

What then is the value of my being?
Let death be the judge of that in the words of the living
My heart is open to the undefinable worth of being
And may my wars be holy and just


Rowan Moses for Kim Jung Min (AKA David Kim)


He wanted a story about my life but I have no story but I just wanted to share my experience in the form of poetry....

In the body of the Lord

He contains infinity beyond comprehension
The logic of life and its infinity in its transcendence
Life and death is absorbed into his mystery
The mystery of godliness is the mystery of intense humility
To suffer and die as an insignificant sinner
The stone which the builders rejected is indeed the cornerstone of immortality.

Pardon

If I open my lips O Lord
I commit a crime against thee
Sweet Shepard of Eternity guide me
Forgive me for grieving thee

Thou has made me as such
Kneeing is not a part of my making
But I seek to know thee and worship thee
Thou has created everything for thyself
Thou has created me for thee
Make me thine O Lord I beseech thee
Pardon and grace for my soul I plead
Worthy art thou O Lord !!

The Song of Glory

Let the children of life rejoice
For every battle ahead is won!
For Christ is risen from the dead!
Oh what joy and glory now ahead!

For whom does this hope belong?
Not for the wise or the noble
But for the hopeless and the fool
Jacob was but a dirty worm!

Rejoice again o ye Children
Behold the Crucified Lord
In his death he conquered
The powers of the world and that to come!

Look upon those demonic powers!
How their offspring multiplies!
But no the Messiah has conquered!
And has brought us new life

Oh the glorious resurrection
For the Crucified is indeed Lord!
For he will come and wipe every tear
Even thine O hopeless won

Worry not O ye loser
Does the world beat your countenance down?
Look upon thine crucified brother
And take refuge in him forever

Behold the world that is to come
In the glory of the lamb's victory
And yes this world and its rulers
Is now my Lord's forever!

The fire beyond

That which exists burns like fire
The fuel being the fading essences
The fire burns in the cosmic alter
And there bellows smoke and light
The light burns with the power of being
And the fuel the death of the timeless one
Ages have past for a divine priest
To mediate the burning bush
A burning reality that does not consume itself
That which is beyond essence
That which exist but does not
That which does not exist but does
That which is emptiness but is not
That which is fullness but is not
Devoid of essence, devoid of reality
The voidness of the voidness
The darkness of the dark
That which is not truth nor falsehood
The sacred name that cannot be uttered
That which is bound and yet free
That which flows into the ashes of nothingness
To beget the divine Phoenix
The essence of reality is born
That which is exhausted but cannot be exhausted
The pristine love that exists.

The tears and the cross

Lord look down from heaven and see
Pain, miser and unchastity
Sin and guilt torment me my God
And will never leave me
But thou O Lord are my strength and righteousness
They Cross has conquered the world
None can escape they abundant love
And though my being writhe in pain
I will always love and have faith
Faith that you love me and faith that none can conquer the cross.

Save me

I look upon the Crucified one to save me from myself
Save me from my wicked thoughts and lusts
Save me from my fragile mortality
Save me from self indulgence
Save me from despair and vain hope
Save me from deceitful passions
Save me from my past and my social constructs
Save me from my present state of trouble
Save me from myself O my God

Help me not to seek thee as an unknown
Nor seek thee for my pleasure's sake
Nor seek thee for salvation
Help me to seek thee in hell

O Lord my crucified God
Help me to love thee and thee alone
Let my soul be united to thee
Help me embrace thy shame and helplessness
Help me to love thee and thee on the cross alone