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Child of the Light
Justice
Karma
Architects
Reaping Weaping
Catch the Wind
Netherland
Set Your Mark



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CHILD of the LIGHT
Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King

You are a Child of the Light,
a coruscating spire of white-fire flame,
a vortex of white-fire sun;
a crystalline spray of white-fire ray,
a soul whose time has come.

The universe beckons and God demands
you radiate your Light through space,
fusing your power this very hour,
illuminating the magnificence of your race,
a race where man is all in one,
nonseparate and complete,
a single soul, in total, whole,
with multiple hands and feet.

Souls emerge and now converge
in a world approaching Dawn.
In inner space they see a race
where splendor flows in song;
where white-fire light inspires
and radiates the cosmic core,
where Beings rise in azure skies
to live forevermore.

Yes, you are a Child of the Light,
a coruscating spire of white-fire flame,
a vortex of white-fire sun;
a crystalline spray of white-fire ray,
a soul whose time has come.

So cast white-fire higher;
let consciousness rise to see;
let soul explore the Secret Door
that leads to infinity.
The time is now. The space is here.
Excuse yourself no more.
Radiate Light, extinguish night
and live forevermore.

For you are a Child of the Light,
a coruscating spire of white-fire flame,
a vortex of white-fire sun;
a crystalline spray of white-fire ray,
a soul whose time has come.
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J U S T I C E
(Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King)

Logic doesn't rule the world.
The Law of Karma does.
It is the way the world works
since the world was.

In counterpoint to justice lacking
in this world of women, men--
in truth, there's total justice
from beginning to the end,

for Justice rules through Karma,
not through human laws.
Justice is Divinely based;
its roots in Godly cause.

Think not there is no justice.
There is, but we're confined
to understand its workings
from this side of the 'Blind'.

Remember, karma is inexorable.
Its justice is unflawed.
There never is injustice
in the Hallowed Halls of God.

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K A R M A
Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King

With every step,
let it be known--
we reap the fruit
of all we've sown.
No innocent tear,
no painful cry,
no sad misfortune
strolling by.
We do the act;
we plant the seed;
the Law exact,
we reap the deed.
From life to life,
from time to time,
precise our sentence
cruel or kind.
No soul escapes,
no soul defies,
we roam the Wheel
for countless lives;
from birth to death
around we go
in maze of maya--
tortured soul;
coming, going,
endless forms,
blinded eye,
countless storms.
Our only grand
and saving grace--
to meet a Master
face to face;
to beg His mercy
for our life;
to end the turmoil
and the strife;
to end the suffering-
nightmare plight;
to bathe us
in resplendent Light;
to free us
from the hell we roam;
to guide, protect
and take us Home!

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A R C H I T E C T S
Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King

We are the architects of our fate
through seeds of lifetimes sown.
Every aspect of our fate
is by our own hand grown.

All our pains and sufferings,
and failures soon or late,
come encircling back to us--
the architects of our fate.

Seeds are deeds; their fruit our loot,
whether wicked, good or great.
There is no mistaking--
we are the architects of our fate.

Lament in tears or smile in glee;
excoriate or congratulate;
nothing can repudiate--
we are the architects of our fate.

How soon we understand this Law--
that our fate's by our hand sown--
determines our Ascension
into the Great Unknown

where we will live Forever,
having entered through His Gate,
realizing His Great Law--
we are the architects of our fate.

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R E A P I N G   W E E P I N G
Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King

Forever have we planted seeds,
--the fetters of our keeping;
and now we find ourselves distraught,
distressed, and reaping weeping.

We close our eyes and shun the Law,
unconcerned of havoc wreaking;
and now, with storms upon us,
we cry unceasing, reaping weeping.

So immersed in petty selves
and in life's treasures we were stealing,
we never paused to ponder
that one day we'd be reaping weeping.

It's hard to feel sympathy
for those who spend defeating
the very purpose of this life
as they scream, reaping weeping.

We do have choices in this life,
and if God's Goodness we wish keeping,
then we should watch the seeds we're planting
or we'll be reaping weeping.

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C A T C H  the  W I N D
(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King)

Catch the Wind and ride forever
upward toward the Light.
Catch the Wind and laugh forever,
transcending shrouds of night.
Catch the Wind and spread your wings
and soar upon His Name
through the Eye to Inner Sky
transcending fire and flame.
Yes, oh yes! Go Catch the Wind
and feel its Cosmic Charms,
and know that at the Journey's end
He waits with open arms!


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N E T H E R L A N D
(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King)


This is the land of the Negative Power
where only darkness rules.
This is the land made great with death
where there are no virtue schools.
This is the place duplicity reigns,
the snare of 'woman- man';
This is the Dungeon of Darkness.
This is Netherland.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim,
and all that is, is fright.

When we step in this labyrinth den,
anguish fills the air;
moaning, groaning, wailing cries
make it hard to bear;
deceiving, scheming, lying tongues
steal what we own,
and the gravity of the depravity
erases thoughts of Home.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim,
and all that is, is fright.

This Devil's lair is fashioned fair
to trap us with delights;
to magnetize our wayward eyes
with streams of wonders bright.
Yet, his Net is intricate;
few escape its thread;
peace is non-existent
with nightmares in the bed.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim,
and all that is, is fright.

Killing is the way of all
who live within this realm.
It can't be any other way
with the Devil at the helm.
He has no other purpose
than to rule by wicked sin,
and only those who do succeed
live to worship him.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim,
and all that is, is fright.

The greatest of delusions
as we dwell within this den,
is to think that when we die
we, somehow, go to Heaven.
How slick, how sick
this Devil does deceive,
to offer us this can of trash
and this bag of wind believe.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim,
and all that is, is fright.

The alarming ken within this den
is the Wheel of Eighty-Four--
eight million, four hundred thousand forms,
each with a private door;
each with a different body,
each with a different cell,
each with a different outlook
of its private life in hell.

-so-

Enter ye who choose to be
captives of the night;
once within, escape is dim;
and all that is, is fright.

The great, sad fact of all this talk
is that we're already in,
living in the Darkness,
of the Devil's Dungeon Den;
suffering on the Wheel,
boiling in indigent plight,
and the only way to save the day
is to call His Name by night.

If we do seek His Presence,
if we live by His might,
if we adjust our erring ways
to manifest His Light,
if we disclaim all loyalty
to the Devil's ruling hand,
then there is hope that God Supreme
will save us from Netherland.

But if we don't, then 'cest la vie';
Netherland will be home
for another million ages;
another million lives alone,
and we'll remain in darkness,
wailing in the night,
praying, still, with all our will
for Him to end our plight.

-so-

Seek the Lord, the One Supreme,
and rise into His Sky;
Enter In the Great Within
where you can never die;
dedicate your every breath
to recitation of His Name,
and you will exit Netherland
and win life's greatest Game,

and know, in fact, that Netherland
is the devil's world,
and if you don't escape his claws,
once more you will be hurled
back into the labrynth
where the hope of life is lost
for millions upon millions
of lives - such is the dreaded cost.

But time is running out;
numbered are our breaths;
if we don't make Connection
with the Lord we'll never rest.
Our true and only lifeline
is the Current and its Light;
if we don't carve our place in it
we will be cast into the night

Of a deep, foreboding wheel
where's the soul's forever tossed
from form to form in agony;
where the truth of God is lost;
where the hope of our Salvation
and the Liberation of our soul
will never be an issue,
for the mind will never know

Within the Wheel's depths
that there is a God,
that there is eternity
for those who seek to trod
the Path of Sound and Light
that is truly liberating,
a Path of Holy Energy
and a Current captivating.

Awake, dear soul; do not neglect
to heed this warning true;
the human form is for Escape,
that's why it's gifted you;
Your time is running out
as you breathe your every breath;
if you don't act now while alive,
you'll live regret in death.

Hell is real. So is the Wheel.
Human life's not ours to choose.
If we don't use it while we can,
Tragically, regretfully, we lose.

So enter ye who choose to be
Disciples of the Right;
once Within, our slavery ends,
and all there is, is Light!

Do not delay; do not avoid;
heed this warning true:
Kabir, the Mystic, utters clear,
"Remain not unconcerned. I warn you!"


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SET YOUR MARK
(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King)

Set your mark and take a stand.
It's Netherland or the Promised Land--
death on the Wheel and endless strife,
or Bliss and Love in endless life.

It won't be long before it's done--
this mortal life and its distance run,
and sooner than later you'll sigh or cry
when His finger points you low or high.

If you choose play instead of Work,
upon your deathbed demon's lurk
to rip your body from your soul
and discard you in hell below.

If you choose Work instead of play,
your soul will go the Upper Way,
ascending through the Mystic Door
to immortality evermore.

So set your mark and take a stand,
and choose your future master's hand--
the one who drags you down Below,
or Him who frees your captive soul.

And, to recall. . . there's no free ride.
If you want passage to the Upper Side,
then you must strive to do your part
and do the work with an honest heart.

God can't be duped; there's just no way
to pass the Gate if we choose to play.
Setting a mark and taking a stand
means working for our Liberation.

Work is living in all that's pure,
and to the final end endure;
sacrificing worldly love
for Immortality Above.

So set the Mark and take the Stand.
Vow to leave this Netherland.
Live right and purely as you roam.
Purify your life. Go Home.


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