Friday, January 19, 2018
Canis lupus arctos
"Canis lupus arctos"
Unyielding. Eyes in Clint Eastwood/Solomon-instructed squint, facing the cold winds. Relentless and platinum perfect. Constructed for frozen tundra and beyond the treeline. The coyote can adapt; however, the white wolf knows her geography, and guards it well.
If you are the light and salt of the Earth, show them a Virgin, that Mirror of Justice, Tower of Ivory, Tower of David, as you already displayed to Her a Son tortured and murdered. She is very nice; at the same time--She knows Her family, and will not be smeared or owned by any indoctrination, for She is the Queen of Heaven, and has many friends.
Love, yes. But even Jack Lambert knew he had to play defense. What's wrong with freedom, and who is anybody to thieve it away? Mama don't like that. Her Son gave His Word, and no man should pervert it. If you make an angel cry, well--there's always a big sister.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Monday, January 15, 2018
Coyote Star--Leviticus
"Coyote Star--Leviticus"
Goofy changed his name for the day, and maybe forever--his true name. The Canis latrans knew She had to be of a Levite, and Him from the line of Judah. Purity mixed with power. The first, though not first Messianic-styled child born of the Father, as there was Joseph and David; plus, Solomon, as a son of David; however, Jesus encompassed the Holy Spirit Itself, charged and kinda/sorta electric, as white as snow, and without the riddle of a harlot, yet loving though never giving guilt, as do the weak and wicked, for Jesus is the Light and Salt, as are His family.
The coyote still adored the frequent frequency of rainbow colors, knowing Bifrost is beauty, and if they are heroes of God, hunting world serpents; next, they are not against Jesus. It is only the predators, shaping the anxious into fragile images, when if only the abused used their instincts, listening only to Walt Whitman's advice, yet better if united with a Hebrew sense of origin--Christians get all their best stuff from the Jews, let it be forever known, and given props to Abraham and his holy seed.
And while the coyote pondered this, he did not chase the hare in order to impress Presley, a minor king; moreover, he simply got in cool tune with the basics and simplicity, knowing instinct outshines legalistic advice, when there are only Ten Laws, and the Beauty of Beatitudes--nothing more in certain moments, allowing the follower to retain his geography; plus, have eternal life--not from death to life, yet from life to life, living in the Light, and transfiguring without hesitation.
The coyote pounced on a mole, only for survival, and the need of protein prayed for. As that one movie about mountains cold mentioned: "Everything has a purpose--even shit." But how better to slaughter an allegorical goat, and be a sheepdog for the shepherd. The coyote loved himself, as he was second unto the Great Spirit. God Bless Teddy Roosevelt.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Coyote Star--Genesis
"Coyote Star--Genesis"
Underneath the gleaming glisten and kinda/sorta glow of the celestial cool, that Big Neon Glitter the CULT gave ode to in the 1980's, inspiring young men to be both spiritual and religious, counterpoising both aspects with crystal compassion, in a sense of radiating the heavenly hues of a rainbow promised, and even a bridge to heaven that is circular offers God's great promise, and here, on Terra's Turf, four paws and a fanged friendly, never seen, only heard with a yip and a yap under a crescent's neon-cheese, was Goofy, the Canis latrans; specifically, a true coyote, not merged with dog, but aren't we all from the same spoil, or chance, to never blame God, yet know: Even dogs are hunted for no good reason, yet as Goofy's eternal pack was breeding with both wolf and domesticated dog, he was being ushered into a safer reality, as if blessed, and why not--for the coyote is second unto the Great Spirit, and even laughs at himself, like might a bearded lady, for circus people have a sense of humor, yet if true to sublimity, only haunt with love's luscious lips, kissing smoothly, and for divine purpose, if only to inspire love's innocent touch, always treating a lady like a lady, and knowing that the Queen is the most powerful fixture on the Chess Board, as if invented for truth, taking royal risks with mercurial moves in any direction, and as Goofy was the Great Coyote--he knew how to play Chess, if only for love of the game, and kicks, like the potent President Trump gives to the ribs of rascals; moreover, Goofy was a sweet coyote, and he had many fierce friends that lived in his bodacious burbs, it great, but too many damn power lines.
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