Rivers Of Blue Gold Poem by Josephe Buchanan

I was Enoch looking at colored trees where clusters of life made me
believe. Blue apples and gold oranges were lights we called “Bread”. We ate fervently hoping that the cosmos bled. They called me “E.A.” when I communicated to galaxies in gardens called “Eden” that transfigured and transfigured. What was once cosmology is now Earth’s mythology and almond shaped star gates bridge serpent ropes and wormholes.
The tonal vibration of love is called “Tara” while weapons of terror clouds all concepts of compassion.

I am The Christos of triune love were my blood and water becomes rays of redemption.
I am Adam Kadmon and my wife was the receiver of sacred
wisdom which banished us from direct contact. Robbed of interstellar travel the divine Christos asked me to not be afraid for he went before me to prepare a place where there were rivers of blue gold.