THE GATHERING 121411 - TWENTY FOUR HOURS

James Michael Taylor

THE GATHERING

“…and I was lead to the mountain top, and I beheld the valley beneath me. And the angels were below me and the sky above. And I was shining. The lightning was in my blood and the thunder was in my fist. “These can be yours. There is no taste you can not taste and there iOS no feeling you can not feel. And the elements of my life all gathered around me. The music and the words. The thoughts, the aspirations, the talk and the actions. The people and the places. The hopes and the fears. The instruments and the tools. The books and the movies. The friends and the strangers. The schools and the prisons. The churches and the ghettos. The friends and the neighbors. The jobs and the recreation.” And they listened.

“There is nothing that your heart desires that can not be yours. Money. Gold. The young and the subtle. The smart and the discerning will call your name. Every word that comes from your mouth will weaken the knees of those in your hearing. Every care of your heart will be shown to echo the cares of the multitude and when you bow your head, the congregation will pray. You will raise your arms and the crowd will cheer. You will cry and the assembled will cry with you. You will sing and the choir will sing. And the things you have dreamed, they will come to pass. And the suspicions you have harbored will prove true. You must only claim authorship of the things you have spoken, the songs that you have sung, the words that you have written. Acknowledge the genius of your utterances and the wisdom of your ways. Reject not the title “Genius.” Refuse not, the cry of, ’Author! Author!” Relinquish modesty and
and harvest the bounty that is rightfully yours. And I raised my voice and said, “Ha ha ha ha.”

I think I was trying to cop some Gibran…The Prophet

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