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(Copyright 1999 by Richard Andrew King) The Law of Karma does. It is the way the world works since the world was. In counterpoint to justice lacking
for Justice rules through Karma,
Think not there is no justice.
Remember, karma is inexorable.
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With every step,
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We are the architects of our
fate
All our pains and sufferings,
Seeds are deeds; their fruit
our loot,
Lament in tears or smile in glee;
How soon we understand this Law--
where we will live Forever,
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--the fetters of our keeping; and now we find ourselves distraught, distressed, and reaping weeping. We close our eyes and shun the
Law,
So immersed in petty selves
It's hard to feel sympathy
We do have choices in this life,
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(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King) |
(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King) 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!" |
(Copyright 2002 by Richard Andrew King) 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. |