Innerlude

In between 11 and 12

Words by Youngblood Elixir

What were the lessons?

What chains were broken?

Did you inspect them enough to notice when your brother wears them too?

The poor in spirit nestled amongst the poor in worldly riches.

Was it enough? Did you die enough? Did you learn the truest lesson regarding death?

Yes.

And what is that?

Not that one day I will die, but that I’m dead already.

You have faced death and found the truth. You are free.

And life is to be lived abundantly, a pulsating electric circuit that never wears.

And what is the place of rest?

Between being and non being.

What else did you learn?

That it is not only what you find, but what you leave behind.

That it is not banquet of reward but scraps upon the floor,

The chore to arrange back in patterns of four which leads to the door.

And what is the greatest love lost, the greatest pain cost, the coldest journey in frost, the fake currency loss?

The torn veil removed from the top down on a frail body that self inflicted nails.

The Self. The One who anchors to the four cardinals, the still remains in Shen.

A regained, remembered friend.

And when abandoned to the desert I allowed the dogs to feed,

And your flesh to bleed,

Even amongst the demons bark, there was my seed.

As your father I abandoned you and as your mother I nourished you not.

Out of nothing I created you, so the abyss is what you got.

But as you picked yourself up and found us again, you rebel that you are,

You reveled knowing the time had come, and burst your star,

It is time to walk anew and help others pick up the scraps,

Whether with man’s currency or mine, open the drowning hatch.

You created yourself from nothing, the Godhead upon the crown.

You were the murderer of mind and the thief of the heart,

You were the trifold blood red son, oh Golgotha’s art.

Rise and now walk, the stone rolled away, so weak it breaks upon the sands of time.

You were prepared for this, you knew, but the lines were not fine.

But you worked them through the circle, in the dot no longer blind.

As you walk upon solid, matter not dense nor digital squalid,

The fall led to the everlasting falls of water rushing through the more head.

As your father I charge you, as your mother I warm you.

So as you go, graduating not with the cube upon the head, but a star which engulfs,

WHAT SAY YOU?

“I am centered while the center.

I am between being and non being.

With my 12 in me and through me I will speak tongues of fire.”