Empathogenesis

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Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden,
a thunderous explosion.
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon.
Smoke swirling around
the all consuming flames
like hot tongues of venom.
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken.
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction.
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question …
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”

From ground zero
down below
someone is shouting
… “Allah Akbar!”
… “Hasta La Vista, Baby.”
… “Viva La Revolución!”
The Knowledge of Good and Evil?
Well, that’s where you’re living.

Turning paradise
into a toxic mess.
The broken rubble
of concrete, steel, and flesh
congealing
in a bloody puddle.
The lowest
of the terrible
touched by the beast
with the mark of Cain.
Through the killing fields
a spreading stain
as knives are taped
to the hands of madness.
The vilest of violence,
bombs being strapped
to the bodies
of young children.
Submission to oblivion
with no time for innocence.

Wandering
a surging wilderness
to clear my mind.
A city of avarice,
friends, and family,
all left behind.
Where the politics
of greed trumps need
amid collisions explosive.
The lost and hopeless
drowning in a sea of envy
and religious divisiveness.
As the trolls dolls
of antichrist
swear and curse
with candy coated lies
whilst praying for the worst
upon a rebellious nation.
As the poverty of desolation,
and idolatry plastic,
violates the very earth
upon which you’re standing.
Who?
Talking about my generation.
You who believe in magic,
yet scoff at the blessing?
Then treats this planet
like junk food wrapping.

I believe in love . . .
with all the salad dressing.
Me, who knows nothing
except Christ’s manifestation, crucifixion
and resurrection.
I live within
a divine blessing
with an angelic covering.
It is there for the taking.
Along with a whole lotta love,
and forgiveness,
just for the asking.
So tell me again,
how earth’s high and mighty
have all fallen?

The Poet Supreme
… the was, and is,
as in the beginning
That Kingdom within,
and yet to come.
Author of all creation …
the Word spiritual
divinely spoken.
Within the material
a harmony is vibrating
awaiting the returning,
in grand expectation.

Once upon
a space and time,
the Garden Living,
a story in the telling?
The true poetry
of a guiding hand.
Halcyon days of innocence
but a millenium
in your eternal presence.
All creation proclaims
that God is one.
In unity true
we too
should be as one
under the loving Son.
Those preachers of hatred
and division,
their day is surely coming.

They think me mistaken.
“Where is the grand blessing?”
In a world
fractured by division,
impoverished by the greed
of men,
and terrorised
by the politics of religion.
Can you not see
a great curse in action?
“Might makes right!”
But might is fleeting
Pride put aside
tell me again
how the mighty have fallen.

Left or Right
or even Green.
Red, better off dead
or in between.
Be anxious
for no such thing.
If neurotic love,
the philo of pastry
or eros hasty
are not your scene?
Spiritual destitution, or
the destination of destiny?
Gone tomorrow
here to stray.
My cup overfloweth.
Then, as ever, runneth away.
The karma of instant trauma
inflicted by global conflict
swinging at a moving target.
Humanity is a love refugee
and an economic migrant.
Pursued by the Institute
of Surplus & Deficit.
Forever seeking asylum.
A slave to the system
chanting old slogans
of elusive freedom.
This world is in dire need
of a Love Resurrection.

I’m resolved there be
a resolution.
Wheels revolving.
Patience fulfilling.
The supreme, the sublime,
the celestial solution
… Kingdom Come.
May come as a shock
to that big fat con
of a global constitution?
Tell me once more
how the mighty have fallen.

The Good Shepherd leading
no need for dread
along that elevated heading.
Knowing not
what the future holds
… yet knowing Him
who holds the future.
Looking good
in supernal splendour.
No weapon forged,
no spell cast,
shall ever prosper.

Passing over today
one who was already
left for dead
now freedom riding.
A true believer
still breathing.
Mount Sinai climbing
eternity glimpsing.
The passion burning
in the shadow of your wing
… restoration
as spots falling
off a leopard flying.
Over a sea of trouble
your presence
in the darkness guiding.
A blaze of glory towering.
My daily bread
manna sustaining.
Milk and honey tomorrow
envisaging
the promise of your word
forever dwelling.

Yet, by the rivers
of mass communication,
a captive audience
blindfolded
and with ears bleeding
is ceaselessly speaking.
Sleepers walking,
onlookers gazing,
without ever seeing.
Always fearing the giants
of dark imaginings.
Speak Lord, for finally
your wayward servant,
he is listening.
Your word … life giving.
Visions inspiring
with dreams divining.
Your silence … deafening.

The darkest hour
before the dawn.
Good news breaking
upon those who mourn.
“Hope, faith, and
love, makes right!”

The Sun arising.
People of light,
children of laughter,
let love shine.
Turn your hearts
to one another.
Day by day …
the good, or the bad,
yours to master.

Well, that’s a decision.
Truth and justice.
That’s just how it is.
For God will restore
the whole Earth
and give it to His children
as an endless inheritance.
Empathogenesis Metamorphosis.

~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-19

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Communion
(my cup overflowing)
~ by David B. Redpath © 2019

But let justice roll down like
waters, and righteousness
like an ever-flowing stream.
~ The Book of Amos

107 thoughts on “Empathogenesis”

  1. I have encountered them: Those who claim enlightenment, yet pepper their speech with profanity. They know far less than they claim. Their sole saving grace is that they offer self-belief; yet, that is nothing, without an abiding faith in the Creator.

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      1. Yes, there is always hope
        to be tied to that rope
        clinging onto our faith
        so true as our God saith;
        yet “dolça” Marta is
        the way you should say this,
        ‘cos “dolça” is feminine
        and “dolç” the masculine
        of such a lovely word,
        musical as a bird,
        which means someone is sweet,
        oh, what a wondrous beat
        to read you in Catalan;
        I’ve long become your fan.
        And “moltes gràcies” means
        thank you so much, which leans
        on my heart and is good,
        everyone’s understood
        what you have told me here.
        We’ve brought Catalan near
        those who do not know it
        with just this tiny bit.
        Moltes gràcies, your gift
        fills me with joy so swift.
        Wish you have a great week
        says I with my huge beak.

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      2. Disculpeu-me, Marta.
        Of course I should’ve used
        the feminine “dolça”. I’ve
        seen you dance 💃 so no
        doubt about it. During my
        the one week I spent in
        Barcelona I was careful not
        use Spanish pronunciación.
        I was staying in the Gothic
        section, just behind the Catalán
        government building, and things
        were starting to heat up.
        Maintain the rage, but stay
        safe Marta. Change is on
        the way.

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    1. The striving for some Nirvana
      seems to be in man’s DNA.
      To get back to Paradise.
      I see cause and effect, Bojana.
      There are ‘powers and principalities’ at work
      in the world.
      To deny the spiritual is like
      a lamb saying that there are
      no wolves, so no need for
      a shepherd.

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      1. There is a strong tower
        in which there is refuge.
        A lighthouse in the night.
        My diploma of theology
        has been lost in the mail,
        so all I can do is poetry.

        “So raise the candles high
        ‘Cause if you don’t we could
        stay black against the night
        Oh, raise them higher again
        And if you do we could stay
        dry against the rain.”
        ~ Melanie Safka (Lay Down)

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  2. Love this poem, David.
    And I like the sentiment expressed it in, those in Paradise ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
    And we got what we ate.
    Knowledge of Good and evil.
    That was humanity’s punishment- getting its heart’s desire.

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    1. Thanks Chris. I very much appreciate your sage feedback.

      Yes, for we too can
      be gods and goddesses …
      and all that vainglorious
      new age stuff. With a visit to a luxury yoga retreat,
      and a tantric mindfulness
      session with the Swami himself!

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  3. I love the poetic style you used. Most posts with religious themes are usually lengthy and boring to read. This one has a narrative and one like led me to the other and I was actually hooked. And as a Christian I enjoyed reading this and it’s different. Amazing.

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    1. Is Eden being hidden behind
      the mass of dark matter?
      Yes, this age will surely
      goe out with a splatter.
      Man himself summons
      all four horsemen,
      to reap and gather.
      No use blaming the Creator.
      When it comes to dark energy,
      it is down to you and me.
      For we have been shown
      divine love …
      There is none one greater.

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  4. I can sense such deep angst here. But you ended on a hopeful note like the good prophet of boot scoot, dancing amid the flames and destruction. Let the preachers with guns meet judgement; we’ll boogie to the tune of a new world where Benny Goodman plays his clarinet and invites us to Sing, sing, sing.

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    1. If any Benny should play the licorice
      stick to raise the dead, and the quick,
      it’s Benny the Goodman. Bennie and
      the Jets are all booked out on a never-ending farewell tour of Planet
      Armageddon.
      Yes, the universal law of reap what
      you sow will come back to bite many,
      more than some, directly on the bum.
      A slow motion dose of Instant Karma.
      Yes, my trepidation is all about the deal
      going down in the meantime. Those
      masters of war are all hellbent on
      committing a globalised crime.

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      1. There will definitely be a day of reckoning, but I think it’ll be on that final day. This is the time when societal restraints will lose their power and many won’t reap what they sow. Some of the things happening in India (especially to women) are appalling. What’s worse is that either mob justice is handed out against the perpetrators, or they walk free, and commit a worse crime against the same victim if they wear Saffron. The best part is that we have Bhakts supporting women’s rights! They’re the ones voting for a government which will eventually put women in Saffron Burqas. The masters of war, and the jingoists, the false casteist apostles, the circus clowns masquerading a news anchors and the sheeple are all out. It’s truly a pathetic time.

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      2. I only caught a glimpse of what’s
        going down in India when I was
        there earlier this year, but I certainly
        noticed the pervading caste system,
        and the traditional status of women.
        May true change hasten. The hope
        of a better future is with a new free
        thinking generation. No longer bound
        up in the old oppressive traditions of
        religion and patriarchy.
        Thank you, Nitin, for your insights
        and observations,

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  5. Our punishment after leaving the Garden of Eden is we got what we wanted in eating from the Tree of Knowledge.
    We became as gods knowing good and evil.
    And the truth is we humans are piss poor gods.
    For often what we think is good turns out to be evil.

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    1. Yes, humanity seems always
      ready to fall for a good story;

      “Look out your window, baby,
      there’s a scene you’d like to catch.
      The band is playing “Dixie,”
      a man got his hand outstretched.
      Could be the Führer.
      Could be the local priest.
      You know sometimes Satan
      comes as a man of peace.
      He got a sweet gift of gab,
      he got a harmonious tongue.
      He knows every song of love
      that ever has been sung.
      Good intentions can be evil.
      Both hands can be full of grease.
      You know that sometimes Satan
      comes as a man of peace.”
      ~ Bob Dylan

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    1. Thank you, Anna.
      I recently drove about 8 thousand
      miles from one end of Australia to
      the other, and across the Never Never,
      and seven plus years of drought have
      has had a devastating effect.
      Ironically, where I live in the south,
      we’ve had plenty of spring rain.

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  6. Loved the lines
    ‘Knowledge of Good and Evil?’ with the question mark
    and
    ‘The lost and hopeless
    drowning in the sea of envy and religious divisiveness’
    Understanding is lost,
    ego and pride are never kept aside,
    drowning we all are in the ocean of greed,
    created by our ownself is the monster ‘Money’.
    Though Hope is we are dependent on. 🙂 Always love your creative style of touching the soul. 🙂

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    1. Thanks for your deeply
      thoughtful comments, Kritika 🙏
      Yes, truly the love of money, the
      currency of greed, is the root of
      much of the worlds evils. Humility
      is a rarity in this age of the instant
      celebrity of superficial vanity. But
      it is well said that love conquers
      all that worldly insanity 💛

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      1. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
        ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

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      2. Martin Luther King Jr.
        was truly great man …

        “There was a man named
        mahatma Gandhi
        He would not bow down,
        he would not fight
        He knew the deal was down
        and dirty
        And nothing wrong
        could make it right away
        But he knew his duty,
        and the price he had to pay
        Just another holy man
        who tried to make a stand
        My god, they killed him !”

        “Another man from atlanta, georgia, by the name of martin luther king
        He shook the land
        like rolling thunder
        And made the bells
        of freedom ring today
        With a dream of beauty
        that they could not burn away
        Just another holy man
        who dared to be a friend
        My god, they killed him !”

        “The only son of God almighty
        The holy one called jesus christ
        Healed the lame
        and fed the hungry
        And for his love
        they took his life away
        On the road to glory
        where the story never ends
        Just the holy son of man
        we’ll never understand
        My god, they killed him !”
        ~ Kris Kristofferson

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