Book 10 Dabar: Bether Mountains
Enso is a circle that is hand-drawn in one or two uninhibited brush strokes to express a moment when the mind is free to let the body create. Once drawn, one does not change it. It evidences the character of its creator, closed being perfect.
He that dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High, shall abide under the shadow of his wings.
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Can you draw this enso, life's a constant circle
Solomon's wisdom, your fingertips divine pencil
Just look what Elohim did at Sinai, the tablets most holy shine
Took a mans life for reaching as the arks sleight
What the holy priests bore, it was constricted to their palms
he Fear of YAH is the law, our zeal can never comprise
but mercy is bestowed upon Who he chooses,
the inner being, my reins of different music
melodic drums, mosaic hum, yahudahs fusion
Im walking warrior Ronin from my master,
Look for a school to transfer, could I be a prophet?
Could I be a nobleman and live up to your honor.
Study my name Nehemiah, study his game refiner's fire.
But what do I say? What do I say?
I trust in you and you only to deliver me.
Draw this enso, before this sword retire my mental
Should I give up or keep reloading, that blue pill transfer
To my enemies, a cup of trembling, im race of masters.
Through any circumstances, the universe my power
What you get, is what you asking through the actions
Through the fruit of your doing, in this cave I found a fire
Im a sun and lion, Im a symbol Simba, keep it brotherly
Like Elohim my meekness, keep the heavens under me
Torrential storming streets, im under the soil
Where the waters deep, Unzip you YAH and seek
The cloak that drips like aquarius, the waters to full to speak
You priests make gardens a pool, you made the gardens a fool.
I look for spirals, the hearts deceptive so its suicidal
Serpents bare the manifestation of both good evil
Who can know his hand and yes I say it again...
Whether sinai, horeb, or bether,
Purest veins overflowing with the ether, the heavens,
whatever weather, we training to the ends desire, perfection.
Never again can I disgrace your image, im saying...
Can I draw this enso, with perfect concentration.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved,
And be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the Mountains of Bether.
