Atonement
By Myles Guster


For wont of pain and seeming deft,
The sirens wail in distance left,
To nature’s scape and whispering air,
The wisdom seeks to make repair.

Thrice beget but once begun,
Triune works that need be done.
What is not is what shall be,
As all that is we do not see.

And seven lamps are lit with care,
The perfect One in circle square.

Through the eye reflections of,
All here below that is above,
Purged from the belly of the beast,
And great shall come from which is least.

Stone cuts stone ‘til once enough,
Lest the stone remain in rough,
A tablet speaks that from the stone,
By each cut facet truth is shone.

And seven lamps are lit with care,
A light to bathe that we might share.

Quicksilver smelt in union’s pot,
But by one accord is union not,
For in the One is found the sword,
When each shall come to His accord.

Knowledge bound her fortune sought,
Yet, but by words cannot be bought,
The Holies found in rain sublime,
When once the ladder made to climb.

When seven lamps are lit with care,
Within in the light you’ll find it there.

© Myles Guster 2010.
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I Die For You
Heartless void to mystic light,
Whence life abounds in glorious might,
Divine this rhythm pressed to ebb,
As Chaos seeks to build her web,

Thunderous bolt and fearsome sight,
Whence torrent comes to make it white,
Slate is wiped and ground is clean,
Still life anew as yet unseen,

So to this world I have been lead,
For as above or so you’ve read,
Not all in all but, two by two,
It is for this I die for you.

Now born of flesh, so strive to be,
All that the heart can truly see,
And married well t’ the Bride inside,
With tears for that, which cannot hide,

Praying in your stead and place,
Despite the disdain on our face,
Still mirrors worn that do not show,
Those things so made by us below,

A vision true escapes your head,
For as above or so you’ve read,
Wonder not how, why or who,
It is for this I die for you.

Castles broad that touch the sky,
With garish smile and dragon’s eye,
Fodder, pawn and chattel sheep,
Whilst in the pen are mute to weep,

‘Tis well foretold ascension held,
When one is all and all is meld,
For all to see when all are wake,
This blessed world for us to make,

So to this world I’ve chosen dead,
For as above or so you’ve read,
Wonder not how, why or who,
It is for this I die for you.

©Myles Guster

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Synchroneyeus

Vision veiled o’er glassy seas
As not the forest for the trees
If one by one the trees be felled
Yet, visions light still not beheld

Who can see the wrong or right
When vision lost of mystic light
And profit not the being sold
The story lost and left untold

Yet comes a time and comes a day
When question not the soul to sway
For in the light and in the good
It will be all… just as it should

©Myles Guster


I am changing the world as we speak…

…One event, one person, one moment, one thought, one prayer, one soul and one spirit in time.

Nothing matters but this exact moment in time, for all is One and the One is Everything and No-thing in the same.

All time future and all time past, is one and none simultaneously. In seeking the End, we know the Beginning. For, in knowing the beginning and the end we must live Now. And in the End, we know All that counts is this exact moment, His moment.

And if at this exact moment, I am regenerate, as He would have me to be and in all things, in all ways and at all times, ever mindful and ever vigilant then…

I am changing the world.

Myles ‘09

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