The Wrath of Love

"Make every effort to enter through the narrow door."
Luke 13:24
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The Wrath of Love.

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Life's fullness of Love's gestation

leaves a wake of empty transformation;

red rose of Love's full-bloom

now dies beneath the Sun's bright doom.

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My grape is pressed and bloody flows,

the wrath of Love delivers death's blow;

the old wine skin must be destroyed,

a new one in Heaven's realm deployed.

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Life narrows down in the aging process, 

releasing the essence of ex-experience.

Now left behind my ego fades,

my Spirit upward evaporates away.

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Intoxicating bliss of happiness

in this lower kingdom cannot persist.

Male and female, war and peace,

are reconciled in a higher place.

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Love has flown away it seems,

an empty nightmare replaces the dream.

Life's but a wine-press in the end,

holy nectar must to Heaven ascend.

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Libido's lust into mortido's dust,

my life-force is fated to be crushed.

Farewell the old skin of immanence,

but where's the new cup of transcendence?

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Spirit of wine now pressed by Will,

needs a Soul-Cup it can fill.

My old skin is but a hollowman,

Love's wrathful process I must withstand.

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New wine into a new skin sublime,

my sol-like Soul must be defined.

This Holy Grail or Stone divine

is fire forged in my virgin mind.

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Pearl of the Dragon, Soul born of Spirit,

winged Orb of Light, golden Dish;

the Self or new skin archetype

has always been mythologized.

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I need a Cup in which to stow

my Spirit's Life pressed down below.

A quantum Vehicle must be "miracled"

for the water-to-wine I have distilled.

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Crowning forth on my dark horizon,

a sol-like Soul born of the Ocean;

my new skin rises, Sun-Barque eternal,

amphorae full and skyward sailing.

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And so Love's oneness is restored,

her Spirit into my Soul-Cup poured;

never again to be downward spilled,

New Wine into a New Skin sealed.

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