The Song of Songs Which is Aiônios'

Sophia, Wisdom, Phota, Radiant Light,
Your face like th' raising brilliance:
   Dawn's new glow;
Your hair like th' sparkling prismal promise bow;
You: luminously, incandesantly bright.

O God's own Primal Child, your living sight
Suffuses me, excites my being's flow;
Your touch, electrifying passion-throe
I crave along my body -- O Delight!

Your form and shape, so soft, yet firmly freeing;
Your song and voice, melodious and sweet
Attract and draw my life in through your being:
My arms and legs entwine your pleasing heat
And scent so only through them am I seeing:
Seduce my sense and call me from the street!

4:1 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. 4:2 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them. 4:3 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. 4:4 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 4:5 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

O Logos, O Creativity's Founder,
Your wildness frees my heart and soul and mind:
Alone, bereft of you, I am confined
Sans vision, hope, and joy, and I flounder.

But your seminal imagination fills me;
Your novel hands so gently light caress
My feet, my calves, my thighs in your progress:
The thought of coming innovation thrills me.

O you move me, send me and release my soul;
Entwine my destiny along your vector:
Together we partake from the sacred bowl
And taste upon our lips the sweet apicotic nector:
Apart alone, our pieces less than whole,
But greater one are we: Divine Connector.

5:10 My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 5:11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven. 5:12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set. 5:13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 5:14 His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires. 5:15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 5:16 His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

I curve around and 'round you without end,
O Phota, in a gold, outflowing beam;
My arms upstretch around your body's dream;
Our sensuous spirit-flesh entwine and blend.

Around, immersively you envelop
My body in a gold inflowing spiral;
Your naked legs and thighs in fibers gyral
Enwrap my legs, my thighs, my soul, my hope.

(I stood in glowing Dayspring's solar shower,
Amazed by its sea-full transparency,
Then realized my person in that hour
Was in the midst of lovers heavenly;
Their double coil enthusing me with power;
Th' erotic light embracing my esprit.)

7:2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 7:3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins. 7:4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 7:5 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries. 7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes]. 7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Like the cooling breeze 
   o'er sparkling spring dawn dew
Your spirit's flesh and life renews my soul:
Your arms and legs so solid: roll on roll,
Whose carnalous embrace I will pursue.

My sensible rules, so daily useful, fail
To now unleash the generating force,
To now release the pent up seeding course
And ride the breathe with your membraneous sail:

O Logos, carry me upon your speech;
Let my senses be engulfed in your white sea
And frolic on the mystical far beach.
Beyond the ordinary, for you and me,
Along your resolute sure arm I reach
Towards your Avalon and weep with glee.

2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice. 2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; 2:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 2:14 O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely. 2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes. 2:16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies. 2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

O Holy Radiance, Joyous Light,
O Splendid Glory shining bright
Who is begetting Christ the Seen
And Who is birthing Wise Athene,

We see Your holy implicate
Within Your worldly explicate;
To Father, Son and Dove we raise
Our songs of wonder, love, and praise.

Unceasingly our tongues shall greet
The Mother, Child, and Paraclete,
Who as one create embodied love
And shore it under as above.

O holy radiance, joyous light,
   O splendid glory shining bright,
Immortal Father, heavenly One,
   O blessed Jesus Christ, the Sun:

We see the sunshine fade to night,
   and welcoming the evening light,
To Father, Son, and Spirit raise
  our hymns of wonder, love, and praise.

Unceasingly our tongues shall laud
   your worth, Begotten One of God,
O Breath of life; let all proclaim
   the glory of your wondrous name.

O Wisdom, pure and perfect are your forms;
Your curves configured by nature's base2;
Your waist proportioned within pi's embrace;
Such wondrous, strange delights enchant my morns!

You, First to be born, reveal divine connection:
Your limbs proportioned by the golden mean3;
Your gown imaginary unforeseen4;
Primevally you are our Holy God's reflection.

(The5 Holy Empty Pregnant Total conceived us
In one dynamic tapestry of love
And gave us One Divine and Human to receive us,
Embracing us as Parent, Lamb, and Dove
Who Three plus Two in richness interleave us
And in water recreated us for Above.)

1:9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck with chains [of gold]. 1:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

Ignored, forgotten, I am isolated:
By not a body is my crying heard;
In darken corners are my words deferred
And Wisdom, pure and perfect, alienated:

I am from gate to gate, announcing rule,
But I am tripped and pushed into the mire
And all around me riotious desire
... pushes order down th' abysmal pool.

Dis-ease, disorder swirl in dissolution:
The children starve, the bombs explode, but all
The explicate of deeper disillusion --
That casts thick shadows ominous and tall --
Not knowing lost but seeking absolution,
Resisting challenge -- can do not but fall.

5:2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night. 5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 5:4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him. 5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 5:6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 5:7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 5:8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.

Death stalks the land
   You cut me off Bang! Bang!
   This movie 'll make you a natural born killer Bang! Bang!
   You need this for protection Bang! Bang!
   You won't stop teasing me Bang! Bang!
   GodHatesFags Bang! Bang!
   Life is too much Bang! Bang!
No Grim Reaper this, but life's butcher

Death stalks the land
   Eat this, but stay emaciated Take Control!
   Build a fence high Take Control!
   Invest now before its too late Take Control!
   Best the Jones', no matter what Take Control!
   Be as able as God Take Control!
No Grim Reaper this, but life's strangler

In the arid summer, where the grass writhers,
   Tiger lilies bloom and a monarch butterfly feeds
   A little girl and her dad make friends with them.
In the urban shooting gallery, where the streets run red,
   A congregation stands firm and stays faithful
   Doors wide open.

The sky darkens in anger, rumbles, and  flashes,
   Then roars and cries:
   Death and its apostles hide from the booming and torrent
   But Life and its apostles stand with arms raised high.

Death looks back over the ashen, cindered land
   And mumbles, "it's good."
But then sees and groans: here and there a flower blossoms.

Life strolls the land
   Never defeated, always and everywhere blooming,
   Even in the lifeless ash, it is living and evolving.
Life strolls the land
   Two parents together stand with their daughters against abuse Take back the night!
   A driver slows down and makes way Take back the road!
   Teachers teach reconciliation and diversity Take back the school!
   Two men marry; two women unite Take back love!
   Overwhelmed, a man seeks God Take back the spirit!
   Body, mind, and soul feast on nature's variety Take back yourself!
Life strolls the land
   A handicapped child is baptised Choose Life!
   People gather in a circle and pray to the Great Spirit Choose Life!
   A new neighbor pulls down an old fence Choose Life!
   A millionaire drops out of surburbia and drops into the urban jungle Choose Life!
   A runner helps another runner across the finishing line Choose Life!
   A woman and a man join, relying on the Holy Spirit Choose Life!
   A scientist finds God in the laboratory Choose Life!


Life strolls the land --
   Reaches out to lonely Death and hugs it:
At last Death lives, the last death.

It is good.

I come upon a wingéd horse of light,
A sudden bolt of lightening flash and gone.
And inspiration lingers to be shone:
I give my blesséd new and lasting sight.

And those who choose to ride upon my steed
Discover fresh attainment, hope and gleam
To see to where no one has seen and been
To break with th' old and risk a weirder deed.

So I afflict the self-assured and strong
Who strive alone relying on their own,
Who think they can, but cannot get along.
But I comfort the hapless, so alone,
Ignored by power, or called the source of wrong,
I give them fresh and better ways to hone.

I was in the Spirit and I was shown a vision
    ... of a prophet and a shooter:


Upon a crime scene;
   its ground crying out in anger and offense,
   desecrated and polluted by blood and semen,
A prophet, servant of
   God,
    the Utterly Other,
     Original Love,
      the Source of Righteousness,
   stood high upon its aching ground.
Around the prophet, surrounding the servant,
   a crowd, sick in heart to death
            few assaulted, all stalked by Death,
            crying out in anger and offense.

The Prophet speaks:
   Life to Death! I say choose life!
   Beat your guns into power lines:
   And cast out the gunmakers and their pimps.
   Burn your dope in the fire of hope
   And shut off the hustlers of profits.
   Embrace one another in vulnerability
   And release the controllers from their need.
   Feast upon the goof life God gives you,
   And send the sculpture of Aphrodite to Sheol.
   Bleed no more, revel in blood no more
   And blank the media and come to the mountain top.
   Celebrate your diversity of gender, orientation, and race
   And release the bigots from their fear and hate.
   Send Death packing!
      Cry out to its prophets and disciples!
         Come to the mountain top!
   Profit no more! Consume no more! Control no more...

POP! POP!
The prophet staggers.
The crowd sways.
They cry out, "get the shooter!"
Swift, blurred movement within
   a falling in --
   a cry of triumph --
   a yell of blood: vengeance is ours!
The prophet standing high on the bloodsoaked ground
   cries, "don't hurt him!"
   and wades into the crowd, parting it like the Red Sea.
The prophet, servant of Divine Life,
   kneels and bodily covers the shooter from harm.
They embrace, blood to blood
   -- and Death shutters
              brightens for moment,
              then flees into a dark, dank hole.

Ah, out of th' ether opens a swirling port:
From it, upon a rainbow arching out
Surrounded by holy acclamation's shout,
You stride, accompanied by goodly court.

O Logos, coming as a new born breeze,
In your wake the warming light appears,
The flowers blossom and creation cheers,
The dry's restored to green and hills to trees.

Lo, swords are beaten into hoes and spades
And rifles morphed into computers:
As you approach, we sing your accolades --
E'en billionaires and destituters,
E'en cabbies, trash men, homeless folks and maids --
Lo, every one shall be your suitors.

3:6 Who [is] this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? 3:7 Behold his bed, which [is] Solomon's; threescore valiant men [are] about it, of the valiant of Israel. 3:8 They all hold swords, [being] expert in war: every man [hath] his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night. 3:9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. 3:10 He made the pillars thereof [of] silver, the bottom thereof [of] gold, the covering of it [of] purple, the midst thereof being paved [with] love, for the daughters of Jerusalem. 3:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

In Christ was everything created:
Who, like light, both wave and particle,
Is Wisdom's rule: salvation's article,
And Logos: praxis celebrated.

In Christ were all things created,
in Christ were all things created.

Christ, the pure and perfect form of God:
First born, yet pre-existent norm of God:
In you all things were made, unseen and seen:
Of earth6 and blood7, and mind8, and now machine9:

Christ is the image of the invisible God,
   the firstborn of all creation;

for in Christ all things in
heaven and on earth were created,
   things visible and invisible,

Through You, all rule, authority, and power
Were established and for You given flower.

whether thrones or dominions or
rulers or powers --
   all things have been created
   through Christ and for Christ.

Anointed One, before the bang You were spun
Into the thread that weaves all things into one.

Christ, indeed, is before all things,
   and in Christ all things hold together.

In Christ was everything created:
Who, like light, both wave and particle,
Is Wisdom's rule: salvation's article,
And Logos' praxis celebrated.

In Christ were all things created,
in Christ were all things created.

O Body's Head, into a tapestry
Of sacred hope and love's diversity,
You weave Your agents called to be Your way
And image for creation's new found day.

Christ, is the head of the body,
   which is the church;

And when despair and aimlessness prevail
Or when divorce and shattering assail
And life dissolves, O Savior, You are raised
To show the path from death and its malaise:
To life alive and genesis install:
You, Christ, begin it and are First of all.

Christ is the beginning, 
the firstborn from the dead,
   so that Christ might come to
   have first place in everything.

We raise our songs in praise, below and above
Because in You the pregnancy of Love
Appears: potential actuality
  And actual potentiality.

For in Christ all the fullness of God
   was pleased to dwell,

And through Your Word and Wisdom, Help and Cross,
The Uncreated God refines the dross
Of the folded and unfolded universe
With joy and celebration interspersed.

and through Christ god was pleased
to reconcile to God all things,
   whether on earth or in heaven,
  by making peace through the blood of the cross.

In Christ was everything created:
Who, like light, both wave and particle,
Is Wisdom's rule: salvation's article,
And Logos: praxis celebrated.

In Christ were all things created,
in Christ were all things created.

O Wisdom, life that's passion's energy:
Wherever you appear, more life's deployed
And grows and blossoms leaving nothing void:
Thus is our Wild and Rule in synergy.

Our passion bears the living thrill and heat
Of bodies joined in new configurations:
In sensitive and swollen expectations,
We look, but rest, awaiting growth, so sweet.

Where life is not, is death, complete malaise,
Detached and dried up, brittle, hollow, sprig,
No longer fed by sap and your bouquets:
But life surrounds, engulfs my lifeless twig
And strange, ever reaching vines are raised,
And life prevails, surprising, looming  big.

So parched and dry, so brown and burnt in heat,
I feel uninterested, restless;
So drained and aimless, tired and questless:
I wither hopeless, spirit incomplete.

The Tigris10 flows from you,refreshing me:
Th' Euphrates11 gushes forth watery my face
And th' Indus12 showers upon me yur moist grace;
Your Nile's13 course overflows my agony.

Anoint me, Love, and quench my soul's desire.
Immerse me under, drown me in your sea
Of questioning, and set my soul afire:
And let me ride upon the repartee
Of rushing rivers: challenged ever higher,
Destined to reach your preter harmony.

O Wisdom, ground of knowledge's calculation,
Through whom each truth and face reveals another;
To all scientific fact, mother,
To know you is to lie in generation:

Our passion knows the beautiful allures:
Of e and i inverting circle round
Into hyperbola, two sides unbound:
Mysterious, yet revealed in you and yours.

You spin about my body, mind and heart
With golden threads, pure and perfect forms.
You wrap me tight so we are not apart:
With loving sets and angles you adorn
And ease my mind; and into my arms your art
I take, anticipating th' fetal morn.

Minerva, born of God divine,
Who causes knowledge's light to shine:
Creation's mysteries you show,
Yet promise there is more to know.

O Phota, action right and true,
Yet with wisdom's base, you call us to;
Discerning acts you call, not blind,
Revealed in both the Word and Mind.

You are inspiring and amazing --
All nature is forever praising
Your depth, your truth, your soaring call:
O Dayspring, wonder in us all!

1:12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. 1:13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. 1:14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

Logos:

1:15 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.

Sophia:

1:16 Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed [is] green.

Logos:

1:17 The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.

Sophia:

CHAPTER 02 2:1 I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys

Logos:

2:2 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters.

Sophia:

2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste. 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love. 2:6 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. 2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

O shower me with kisses of delight;
Of your mouth, so sure, so risky, I'm afraid:
I am consummed, distracted and waylaid;
I want you now, forever in my sight!

Embrace me, wash me in you touch and kiss;
I ache, I yearn for your firm ruby lips:
Of any interest my longing strips
My life, so that I float in a sea of bliss.

In this infinitesimal moment: joy
Without responsibility -- we know
And lay about embracing, free of toil.
But what's our love in passion's afterglow?
Begot and birthed, our love in God's employ
Must be the rain and light of Soul's rainbow.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not inist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
--- 1 Cor 13:1-7 [NRSV]

Response:

Beyond the rational, the mystery
Of the faith we claim exceeds eternity.

The mystery of our faith is great.

The Truth and Light revealed in flesh
Make Word and Sage forever fresh:
   To open the book on lover's quest
   And go to where no one has progressed:

Christ was revealed in flesh,

Then spirits soar upon the Soul
And visions reach toward the Goal:
    No longer fearful living,
    So often grateful giving;

vindicated in spirit,

Among us singing, Christ, our Light
Illuminates th' other so bright

seen by angels, proclaimed among Gentile

    Suffusing th' Universe in faith
    Recreating seekers on th' eighth.

believed in througout the world
    taken up in glory.

In time by God all walls will crumble
And everyone will for the Humble --

At the right time God will bring
about the manifestation of Christ --

    Sovereign's Sovereign, servant's Servant
    Purely other -- be so fervant.

    God who is the blessed and
    only Sovereign, the Ruler of rulers and
    Sovereign of sovereigns.

Alone Yahweh exists eternal
And dwells within, without supernal.

It is God alone who has immortality
    and dwells in unapproachable light,

And whom we see in Word and Sage,
In Truth and Light from age to age.

whom no one has ever seen or can see --

From God be justice, ever true
And peace and freedom ever new.

to God be honor and eternal dominion.
Amen.

Beyond the rational, the mystery
Of the faith we claim exceeds eternity.

The mystery of our faith is great.