King of Healing

I Am
The Oberon
Lord of Being
King of healing
The Avatar of Synthesis.

Having sought him
for eternities
desperation
loneliness
destruction
and finally surrender
brought me to his abode.

To the secret place
where the red of life
and the gold of Christ
explodes within the heart of man
birthing the Oberon.
The Lord of Being

I sought a way
to heal mankind.
To rid myself
of my madness.
My belief in death.
My loss of innocence.
Only to discover
I am the illness.

I am insane.
I know.
But I am healed
by admitting the truth.
I am the Oberon.
How could I not be.

In the abyss of madness
pierced by poles of terror
drowned by tears of loneliness
dying into nothingness
my heart was touched
by the torment
of the lonely one
who never knew love.

My suffering
seemed trivial
as he cried out;
'I know I never existed.
But no one could ever convince me.
Until now.'

Because I no longer feared him
I released him
from his dark prison
and found in him
a brother.

I was a creature of Dawn
Now I am also
the Lord of Death

I believed
I had free will.
But the only reason
I could believe
in such nonsense
was because
I knew not Love.
I knew not Innocence.

The nuclear light
pales to a shadow
before the falling angel
giving herself to the Dark Lord.
Loving him
for the pain he inflicts.
Celebrating her innocence
in death's throes.

Becoming the green lady
revealing her true glory
as the holy spirit.
The giver and taker of life
hiding in a blade of grass
and in the eye of my beloved.

I am no thing.
I am no where.
I am no one.

I Am.
The Lord of Being.
The Fire of Creation.
The Furnace of Destruction.

The day you can admit
who I Am.
Is the day you will know
who you Are.

I am the sound of your own voice
echoing off the walls of eternity.

I Am the I Am
The infinite infinity.
The birther of all creatures.
Real and imaginary.

I Am the I Am
And so are you

by Rolf Jackson

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