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Realisation & DeclamationA Selection of Poemsby Anthony Bright-Paul Copyright © 2005 by Anthony Bright-Paul
Cover Illustration—Detail from Florentine Interior 1989 by Harold Hitchcock. Reproduced with kind permission of Harold and Leonard Hitchcock Contents One Great Miracle Connections A Tombstone for my Father Tariquat The Privilege of Life A Great Hash Belief Cocktail for the Almighty Fatwa An Elegy for Enid Hereafter Inspired by the Battle of Badr Marmalade on my Toast Brutto Porco Attribute of Love Without the Prophets Happiness Life and Death Parental Bullshit The Wedding of the Elephants Sans Les Prophètes El Priviligeo de la Vida Sin Los Profetas One Great MiracleNobody thinks it a miracleThat we can fall asleep And then awaken... Nobody thinks it a miracle That through the night We keep on breathing No one thinks it a miracle That without thought Without any sort of volition Our hearts continue to pump... Nobody thinks it a miracle That after a long night's rest We should awaken... But isn't it truly a miracle That when we awake We are living, we are breathing We are alive? Nobody thinks it a miracle That we can eat Not merely eat, but We can swallow Nobody thinks it a miracle That we can swallow... That we can swallow Without choking But it is, it is a miracle That we can eat and swallow And not choke Nobody thinks it a miracle That the sun rises As the stars fade away Nobody thinks it a miracle Because it is a commonplace thing But the whole thing is a miracle It is a miracle that night follows day Nobody thinks it a miracle When the autumn leaves fall And are falling Because every Autumn they fall We may admire the colours, yet Nobody thinks it a miracle That the Spring buds already appear Nobody thinks it a miracle That if I say "Look" we can look Did anyone teach you to look? Did anyone teach you to hear? Has anyone taught you to taste? No-one has taught us to sense and to feel Everything everything is a miracle We take for granted The Great Life Force We take for granted The night and the day The sun and the stars We take for granted That we can move That we can move our limbs That we can sit or stand That we can dance or stay still Everything everywhere Everything everywhere If only we pause If only we think Everything is just One Great Miracle Tony Bright-Paul December 01 ConnectionsWithout a browserYou can have No connection to the Internet Without a psyche You can have No connection to your soul God is everywhere sending us emails If we don't switch on Then how can we receive them? Anthony Bright-Paul December 01 A Tombstone for my FatherI never knew my father wellHe was in Africa While I was at school All through the war And when he came back He didn't stay long Before He went back to Africa again. As I grew up He wrote to me He loved to correspond He wanted to 'cross swords.' He did his best From far away to keep contact With his son. My father was a free-thinker An agnostic, a follower Of George Bernard Shaw Not a religious man at all Not a churchgoer. And when late in life I introduced him to A brotherhood above All religion He felt nothing at all Or so he said. And when my mother had died And he was alone in his flat In Capetown With just his housekeeper He was taken ill And for some days he could not eat. Then this agnostic Dad of mine Suddenly had a series of visions. He saw Eastern gentlemen Prostrating themselves in his room He looked right through Table Mountain He could see the ships beyond. Lions and cats roamed in his flat And he stroked them. Beautiful women floated Edwardian dressed, into His living room. I still have the tape With every detail. Now I suppose you could say The poor man was sick He was in his dotage He was over eighty He was hallucinating. But I don't believe that was the case. It wasn't that he was seeing things So much That we are missing things. We are so dross, so dull, So numbed of sense That we are missing The wonders all around. When my father was ninety-one He was coming to the end And I flew out to be with him And we sat on the veranda Of the hospital, and talked. And I was curious I wanted to know I wanted to know If he knew he was dying. It's hardly a thing you can ask directly It's not exactly delicate To ask a dying man How it feels to be on his way out. So I asked him about his visions Whether they altered his views On the after life. Straightaway He answered my thoughts. "Tony," he said, "I'm not afraid to die." I'm not afraid to die. Can you imagine that? You know, he wasn't ill. It's true he could not see He could not hear too well Those of you who have read Georgy Ivanovich Gurdjieff's "All and Everything" Will understand He was coming to the end Of his Bobbinkandelnosts - He was dying of old age. How many of you Who might doubt his visions How many of you Can say "I'm not afraid to die." And when he did die A few days after I returned to England On my son's sixteenth birthday I felt tremendous pride Mingled with shame Shame that I'd given him so little time And pride That he was not afraid To die. Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 TariquatIt is impossible, it is utterly impossibleTo understand the Holy Books With the mind It is likewise impossible It is likewise totally impossible To understand the Sacraments With the mind It does not matter what scholarship It does not matter what acumen It does not matter if everything Is studied with the mind The mind cannot possibly comprehend The mind will argue The mind will assess The mind will look at the texts At the translations The mind will pore over minutiae But the mind can never comprehend The Holy Books Do you really imagine Can one really imagine That the Prophets, God's Prophets, Can one really believe That the Prophets of God Disagreed one with another? Do you think that Moses and Abraham Do you think that our Lord Jesus Could be at odds, could disagree With the Holy Prophet Mohammed? Yes, of course, with the mind If one read the Books, The Scriptures, If everything is read with the mind Then there is argument There is disputation But when the Soul is opened When the Feelings are uncovered When we can weep as we're reading The Gospels, The Torah, The Holy Koran Then all the Holy Books Then all the Prophets They are as one Say: if one reads St John If one reads St John with the mind It is totally, totally without meaning... The Word was in the beginning In the beginning the Word was... How can a Word be at the beginning? It is meaningless, read With the mind O Lamb of God that taketh Away the sins of the world... How can the mind How can the mind alone Assess such a statement? But once that a man is opened When the soul of a man has been opened When man has received A Gift from God Then can he hear the true meanings Of things that seem contradictory Of things that seem impossible... Man must go to his Church Man must go to his Mosque We must go to these innermost places And when we're inside in the cave When we are in that space Then out of the dark comes that light Then comes, yes, then comes the Word Then verily comes the meaning Then everything's reconciled There are not many religions There is only One God Glory to God and His Prophets... I cannot speak with my lips I cannot think with my mind I can know only my Knowing I cannot tell whence it's coming But it comes from Beyond the mind Anthony Bright-Paul December 17th '01 The Privilege of LifeIt is a great privilege to be bornIt is a great privilege to have a body To have a vehicle I believe That millions and millions of souls Are waiting, waiting For just this privilege Waiting to be born It is a great privilege A very great blessing That we have this vehicle That we have this body This body that is breathing This body that is feeling This body that is thinking This body That is alive It is a great privilege to be born To have a span of life To have a period of creation To have a chance To return to the source of our beginnings It is a great privilege to have a Life It is a great privilege That we can move It is a great privilege that our soul Has a vehicle Where it can grow It is a great sin for us To be miserable When we have this chance This opportunity of creation Surely it is clear That through this life We have a chance An opportunity to grow Another vehicle Our body is a vehicle for the soul Or should be But the Satanic forces come We are overtaken We are ruled By greed, by bestiality By hatred, by unkindness Our body is ruled By everything that is unhappy That is totally miserable We were not born for misery We were born, surely we were born To enjoy the fruits of the earth To enjoy every aspect of living To enjoy that we can see To enjoy the movement of our limbs To enjoy the growth of our feelings To enjoy our understanding, our intellect To enjoy the companionship of our fellows And our wives and children So it is a great sin to be miserable To cut off our connection with our soul Everything is a sin that severs That connection Everything that reinforces, that creates That connection That is praising God That is praying We don't need to say Hallelujah! We don't need to kneel on the ground What good are a hundred prostrations If a gun is near our hand? It is a great privilege to be living It is a time for creation Our body can't last forever Our Life that is our chance That is our chance for creating The vehicle for our soul Anthony Bright-Paul December '01 A Great HashWe've made a great hash of Love.We've no idea what it means any more. At best it's polarity At worst it's grief and hurt and frustration - As if longing and suffering Were anything to do with Love. And they've made a nonsense of Faith. I mean the preachers Who don't show us Faith But ask of us credulity. They want us to believe Impossible childish things Or strange theological concepts - As if saying "I believe..." Constitutes Faith. And what about Hope? As if the ultimate Hope Was to hit the jackpot On the pools To buy a big house With carpets and drapes To own a fast car - As if that was Hope. We've made a great hash Of Faith and Love and Hope Thank God there is one Impulse left Beyond the mind Beyond the reach of man. Anthony Bright-Paul Feb '93 BeliefSome people believe that the earth is flatOthers that the earth is round Does it make any difference To what REALLY IS? Some people believe that God Created the earth in seven days While others that there was a big bang! Does it make any difference To what REALLY IS? Some people believe that Jesus Is the Son of God While Muslims believe that Jesus Was a Prophet of God. But the reality of what Jesus was Can any of us truly comprehend? When men differ on Belief They slay each other with the sword. How many people have been burned Or tortured or examined All because of their Belief. And has that made any difference To what REALLY IS? Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Cocktail for the AlmightyIs there anyone aroundWho does not want to be loved? To be valued? To be admired? We should all read again "The Cocktail Party" By T.S.Eliot. Maybe we are ourselves unlovable Maybe totally unloving. Even for Our Creator It must sometimes Be a Hell of a job. Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 FatwaCan one really imagineThat the Good Lord Sent down His Messengers To cause grief and friction? To contradict one another? Can one sincerely believe That the God Of Isaac and Jacob and Abraham Is any other than God the Father That Jesus taught? "There is no God but God And Mohammed is His Prophet" Is a concept so utterly Christian - Yet how many Christians have ever read The Koran? Or the Mathnawi by the great Persian poet Jallal-uddin Rumi? How many Christians realise That in Islam Nabi Isa (that is Jesus) And Nabi Ibrahim (that is Abraham) Are revered as His Prophets? Can one really imagine That the 'jihad,' the holy war Was sent by God To cause war between Muslim and Christian? The infidel is not outside The infidel is within Within us all. The jihad is the holy war, The struggle between 'I' and 'myself' The struggle between The affirming and denying forces. All of us blaspheme Who take the Name of God in vain. But surely the greatest blasphemers Are those priests and those Imams, Those theologians Who presume to stand Between a man and his inner Between a man and his Conscience Between a man and his Soul. Of course, there should be a Fatwa; There must be death to the blasphemer! That is death to the blasphemer Within Every one of us. That is the meaning: Could one really imagine That the Lord God of Hosts Provided the Fatwa As an incitement to murder? Anthony Bright-Paul '93 An Elegy for EnidSo Temple-Cotton is goneThat great towering man That great shy boy, For ever, for ever a boy. We all own chunks of him Slices of him That fit together Like a great jigsaw - Standing in the rose-garden At Coombe, I hear him laugh. Perched on the cliff-top We seek the fulmar's nest. He was at odds With a world at odds with its Maker; But when we sat by the Exe On a tin box, our feet in the mud, Then as the avocets came He was at one His spirits swam with the flood-tide And ebbed again as we left. We all own chunks of him, Enid, Slices of Raiph, slices of Simon; Here are a few of the pieces The postcards, the pictures, the photos, Some of the chunks that I And my family own. We offer them back to you. When the buzzard wheels over the valley When the woodpecker Comes to the window He will be there all around you - As the long-tailed tits flit through the oaks And the black-nosed deer start away Down the hill. All that is dross in him Let it be Buried, consumed by the fire. Let his spirit go now That great big boy Let him gambol on the cloud-tops Let him laugh with the thunder. All that we love the most We have to let go. Lord knows he wanted Peace. Lord, give him Peace at the last. Tony Bright-Paul June '85 HereafterIf it is trueThat at the end We are sucked down A long dark tunnel And emerge Into ineffable light And there is this Presence Full of Love Who asks us Without words What we have done With our lives... What shall we say? And I who was born with a caul, Who instinctively knew There was a meaning to life, Who have squandered away the years... What shall I say? Yes, Lord, what shall I say? Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Inspired by The Battle of BadrEven as I'm prayingTheir armies are approaching Lord, we are outnumbered Lord, we are outnumbered Even as I'm praying Their smug scouts try to trip me And in the sun battalions In armoured Pride advancing... Lord we are outnumbered Lord we are outnumbered Even as I'm praying (To whom am I surrendered?) Their armies are approaching In great, in greater numbers And Lord I'm truly failing To whom am I surrendered? Even as I'm praying The red dragoons of Anger Their pennants bravely flying They are rushing, rushing on me O Lord, have I surrendered? To whom have I surrendered? Even as I'm praying Their cohorts are upon me Their yellow shields appal me I quake with Fear and Loathing O Lord have I surrendered? To whom have I surrendered? Even as I'm praying Even as I'm praying... (I think only people in the Subud Brotherhood will understand this poem inspired by the Battle of Badr, when the Holy Prophet Mohammed won a battle against overwhelming odds. The forces of evil, the Lower Forces, the Satanic Forces are immense. Even someone who sincerely wishes to submit to God, he is surrounded by his Nafsu.) Postscript: Even as I'm praying Even though I'm fasting The enemies are closing Lord, send down your battalions Of Angels and Archangels I cannot win this battle Lord, only you can help me To whom may I surrender? Tony Bright-Paul Dec '01 Marmalade on my ToastIn spite of all we see on TVIn spite of nude scenes Of simulated sex And the incredible adverts For condoms We are still amazingly reticent Amazingly prudish even And awkward Talking of sex. In fact we don't even know What to call IT. Should we say Sexual Intercourse? it sounds so medical! Intercourse is very brief and probably is. As to the Sex Act, that's legalistic Like a punishable offence. As to screwing and swinging That's very American, American slang. Now bonking is smart, you can use it at parties When telling an hilariously funny story. Having it off is malicious and derisory Used strictly for other people. Making Love - well that's what it should be And so rarely is. Sleeping together Well plenty of people sleep together Without sleeping together If you get what I mean. Cohabiting is for the courtroom And coupling for the railway Copulating is for insects And mating is for the birds. The latest in-phrase Which can be used in the papers Even about Royalty Is Having sex. The trouble with HAVING SEX Is that it sounds too much like Having a hot dinner. "First I had the hors d'oeuvres And Fred chose Spaghetti Bolognese (Did you have sex?) With the side salad And the waiter came with This enormous pepper mill Spraying it all over the place. I wanted the Lobster Thermidor But you know Fred He's so mean And terribly conservative He went for the beef (Did he have sex?) With horseradish sauce You can hardly have it without And I chose the lamb (Did you have sex?) With redcurrant jelly When I was a kid I thought it was jam! (How very quaint!) And for afters meringues With lashings and lashings of cream Absolute Bliss! And in the morning We broke fast on the terrace Overlooking the sea I was so very thirsty I had grapefruit segments (Did you have sex?) And two slices of toast I spread the butter very thin I have to watch it you know... Oh, you are a darling! You old flatterer, you. (Did I have sex???) I just couldn't resist their homemade Grapefruit marmalade And put it on - rather thick And as to Fred He's a bit of a pig - Wistfully looking into the distance - He had THE LOT Bacon, tomatoes, fried eggs Black sausage, fried bread, THE LOT." So you had a nice break? "Darling," she said Laying a hand on my arm "It was absolutely Divine." Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Brutto PorcoI shouldn't really waste my breathOn Porco. Except he illustrates a point. I suppose like everyone he had A deep craving to be loved. But he had an even greater desire To be respected. Substitute fear for respect And you have it. He could switch From rousing fear To oozing oily charm But what remained was fear. There is nothing that destroys love More quickly Than does fear. Fear is like a caterpillar Munching away Puncturing, destroying a delicate leaf. If he didn't arouse hate He did arouse distaste And dislike. And doesn't that tell us all something. It's a great sin to make people quake - And probably we're all guilty One time or another Myself included. Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Attribute of LoveThe most wonderful attribute of LoveIs that it is infinitely expandable. When my son was born I did not stop loving my wife. When my first daughter was born I did not stop loving my son. When my second daughter was born I did not stop loving my first. I have never stopped loving All the friends and relations of the past. And as I am getting older And fear grows less I am beginning to feel love For more and more unlikely people. But isn't it strange how jealous we are! Our own love may expand But we expect to bottle other people's; To keep it just for ourselves Like a bottle of perfume Ready on the dresser. Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Without the ProphetsWithout the ProphetsCan you imagine What the world would be Without His Prophets? I hardly dare write what I'm writing... Without the Prophets Without His Prophets The whole world would be plunged Into Darkness In every generation God has sent us His Prophets To awaken the soul To provide the connection Once more With the Almighty With the Creator Of everything and forever Without His Prophets We would be plunged Into blackness Utterly bereft Utterly without Hope Utterly without Love... Without His Prophets We cannot understand We cannot possibly understand Just what He gave us Just what He gave us The gift we received We received through His Prophets Those who've received Even a little, even a smidgeon, The gift of the Spirit Those who've received The Hakekat Give praise to God But also acknowledge Also revere The work of His Prophets Without the Prophets We would have lost For ever We would have lost That subtle connection That opening We would have lost... We would be lost Without the direction Without the guidance Without His Prophets I dare not write what I'm writing I would say more than I've written But some will know What I'm meaning Some will understand what I'm saying I am forbidden to say more, but Glory to God And let us revere His Prophets Anthony Bright-Paul December '01 HappinessIt is just not possibleTo be happy Without realising that we are two. That there is 'I' and 'Bright-Paul.' It is the same with everybody Bright-Paul is the Persona And the Persona itself Is a kaleidoscope, Ever changing. The Person can be Elated or downcast, Bombastic, timid, opionative, Abrasive, charming, malleable, Offensive ---- All those things In the space of a few minutes. With every circumstance With every different person The Persona will change. The Persona simply reacts It is just a mechanism. If two Personas fall in love It is totally hopeless --- It is stable as quicksand. But my 'I' is totally different. My 'I' knows what it wants. It wants only to grow Like a plant it leans to the light. My 'I' cannot be hurt or depressed My 'I' is always rejoicing My 'I' is constantly saying: "Al-lah, Allah, Lord, Lord." My 'I' is full of wonder With even the most ordinary things Like the road surface Or eating a tomato... When I am close to my 'I' Everything is a thousand times more intense. My 'I' is tremendously loving It loves everyone who is growing My 'I' loves understanding My 'I' loves wisdom And all the sages and the prophets of the past. My 'I' is not the slightest bit Concerned with Personality It only knows Potential. My 'I' recognises other 'I's Sometimes before they recognise themselves. Anthony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Life and DeathEvery day we have a choiceBetween Living and dying. Between Life and Death. And the terrible thing is Most of us Choose Death. Every day we have a choice Between Becoming more alive Becoming more sensitive Becoming more aware Everyday we have a choice Between Becoming or not becoming... It is better to be alive Than to be dead. It is better to be living Than to be dying. How can anyone survive death Who is not already alive? Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Parental BullshitHave you ever noticedHow difficult it is For parents to tell their children How much they love them? Quite rightly so, Because in a family Where there is real affection There is no need to verbalise No need to express aloud What is clearly there. But in American films You sometimes see the father, Wrapped in guilt, Telling his unsavoury son How that he loves him. Doesn't that make you Want to puke? Don't you want to say out aloud: "Shut up and speak the truth! Why don't you say 'How come that I spawned This idle ungrateful Utterly selfish creature? How did I father this brat, This ingrate?'" That might be nearer the truth Than the maudlin mawkish declaration Heaved up from his vitals. When you really love someone It spills like a volcano It doesn't have to be ladled out Like glutinous soup. Tony Bright-Paul Feb.'93 The Wedding of the ElephantsWhen the season is rightAnd the dominant male Has seen off his rivals And approaches the female She will run, she will run She will give him a run for his money He still has to prove something She flirts a little Before she will stand And when she is ready And the dominant male Mounts her at last The herd gathers round All in a great huddle And they all get excited They get as excited and happy As only elephants can. And isn't this somehow So very human? When the dominant male (We call him the groom) And the bride all in white And the guests are all there All crowding around To wish them both well That's if for one moment The ladies can stop Comparing their hats - And they all drink champagne They have a great ball And they all get excited They get as excited and happy As humans and elephants can. Tony Bright-Paul Feb '93 Sans Les ProphètesSans Les ProphètesPouvez-vous imaginer Comment serait notre monde Sans Ses Prophètes? Je n'ose à peine le décrire Sans Les Prophètes Sans Ses Prophètes Le monde entier serait plongé Dans l'obscurité A chaque génération Dieu nous a envoyé Ses Prophètes Pour réveiller nos âmes Pour, à nouveau, établir le lien Avec Le Tout-Puissant Avec Le Créateur De toutes choses et pour l'éternité Sans Les Prophètes Nous serions plongés Dans l'obscurité Complètement privés de tout Sans aucun espoir Sans aucun Amour... Sans Ses Prophètes Nous ne pouvons comprendre Il ne nous est impossible de percevoir Ce qu'Il nous a offert Ce don qui nous a été envoyé Par Les Prophètes Ceux qui ont reçu Ne serait-ce qu'un peu, qu'une infime partie Du don de L'Esprit Ceux qui ont reçu La vérité intérieure Glorifient Le Seigneur Mais aussi reconnaissent Et vénérent L'oeuvre de Ses Prophètes Sans Les Prophètes Nous aurions perdu A jamais Nous aurions perdu Ce lien subtil Cette ouverture Nous aurions perdu... Nous serions perdus Sans la gouverne Sans l'orientation Sans Ses Prophètes J'ose à peine poser sur le papier tout cela Je pourrais en dire plus, pourtant je ne l'ose Mais certains comprendront ce que je veux dire Certains comprendront ce que j'entends Je ne suis pas autorisé à en dire plus mais Glorifions Dieu Et vénérons Ses Prophètes Tony Bright-Paul translated by Rainier Dent El Priviligeo de la VidaEs un privilegio magnifico nacerEs un privilegio estupendo tener un cuerpo Tener un vehiculo Yo creo que Millones y millones de almas esperan Están justo esperando este privilegio Esperando nacer Es un privilegio magnifico Una benedición magnifica El que tengamos este vehiculo Tengamos este cuerpo Este cuerpo que respire Este cuerpo que siente Este cuerpo que piensa Este cuerpo que vive Es un privilegio magnifico nacer Tener una extension de la vida Tener un periodo de creación Tener una opportunidad de volver A la fuente de nuestros principios Es un privilegio magnifico tener una vida Es un privilegio estupendo El que podamos movernos Es un privilegio que nuestra alma Tenga un vehiculo Donde puede crecer Es un gran pecado El que estemos miserables Cuando tenemos esta opportunidad Esta opportunidad de creación Sin duda está claro Que con esta vida Nosotros tenemos una opportunidad De crecer otro vehiculo Si, otro vehiculo Nuestro cuerpo es un vehiculo para el alma O debiá ser Pero las fuerzas satanicas vienen Estamos dominados Estamos gobernados por la avaracia La bestialidad, por odio, por crueldad Nuestro cuerpo está gobernado Por todo lo que es infeliz Que es totalmente miserable Nosotros no nacimos para ser miserables Nosotros nacimos sin duda alguna Para gozar las frutas de la tierra Para gozar cada aspecto de la vida Para disfrutar el que podamos ver con los ojos Para disfrutar el movimientos de nuestros miembros Para gozar el crecimiento de nuestros sentimientos Par gozar nuestra comprensión, nuestro intelecto Para gozar el compañerismo de nuestros amigos Y nuestra esposas y de los niños Asi que es un gran pecado El estar miserable El cortar esta connexión con nuestra alma Es un pecado todo aquello que corte esta conexión Pero todo lo que refuerce, que cree esa conexión Eso es alabar al Señor Eso es oración No tenemos que decir "Hallelujah" Ni arodillarnos en el suelo ¿De que valen cien prostraciones Si un fusil está cerca de la mano? Es un privilegio magnifico estar viviendo Es un opportunidad para crear Nuestro cuerpo no puede durar para siempre Esta vida es nuestra occasión Nuestra occasión para crear El vehiculo para nuestra alma Anthony Bright-Paul December 2001 (Amended and corrected by my friend Andrew Marqez March 2002) Sin Los ProfetasSin los Profetas¿Se puede uno imaginar Como estaría el mundo Sin Sus Profetas? Apenas me atrevo a escribir Lo que escribo Sin los Profetas El mundo entero Estaría hundido En la oscuridad En cada generación Dios nos ha mandado Sus Profetas Para despertar nos almas Para darnos la connexion Una vez más Con El Todopoderoso Con El Creador De todo y para siempre Sin las Profetas Seríamos hundidos En la tinieblas En la oscuridad Totalmente desemparados Totalmente sin Esperenza Totalmente sin Amor… Sin Sus Profetas Nosotros no podemos No podemos ni remotamente Comprender Lo que El nos da El obsequio que hemos recibido Recibiendo a Sus Profetas Los que han recibido Aún un pequeño Aún un minúsculo Obsequio del espíritu Los que han recibido El Hakekat Dan Elogio a Dios Pero reconocen también El trabajo de Sus Profetas Sin los Profetas Habríamos perdido para siempre Habríamos perdidio esa sutil conexión Esa abertura Habríamos perdido… Estaríamos perdidos Sin la dirección Sin la guía Sin Sus Profetas Apenas me atrevo a escribir Lo que escribo Pero algunos sabrán lo que quiero decir Algunos entenderán Lo que yo digo… Estoy prohibido de decir más Pero da Gloria a Dios Y reverencia a Sus Profetas Anthony Bright-Paul December 2001 (Amended and revised with the help of Andrew and Amaya Marquez of the original Madrid Group) Copyright© 2005, Anthony Bright-Paul
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