NOTHING BUT GOD

“The fireflies, twinkling among the leaves,
make the stars wonder.” Tagore (“Fireflies”)

 

In the past, they called this “magic”
Now, we call it “wonder” –
Actually, it’s just the border of God’s robes
Brushing like wind through treetops
Sparkling with thousands of tiny intermittently-flickering living lights.

We would recognize this if ever we decided to look up
But we don’t –
Because we no longer have interest in spiritual evidences of God.

And, yet, there still remains a repeated murmur
Way back in the depths of our hearts –
A whisper about the promise of what’s coming.

In truth, underneath all our disbelief, we still believe in God –
We know it’s God who’s been knocking at our door –
Even though we’ve completely forgotten God’s name.

Beyond all the tall church steeples
And even before human hypocrisy has completely died down –
If we just permit ourselves to start seeing spiritually
Everything our eyes take in

Will be God – and nothing but God.

HERE COMES THE SUN

Here comes the sun
Here come stars –
Flying around
Above our heads.

Here come feelings
Here comes romance –
We wear them – like rings on our fingers.

There go dreams
When waking –
Like window shades rolling up.

Also, there goes our world – a tiny bit of the universe –
Along with invisible relentless Time –
All gone – just like that!

Only God remains
Carefully repeating the questions we had no answers to.

Yes, God has decided to stay behind –
And has begun filling up nothing
With everything –
All over again.

Here comes the sun
Here come stars
What a relief to see
The unexpected joy in this chapter two!

GOLD SUMERIAN CROWNS

Why has Western jewelry gotten so ugly –
With watches made of expensive slabs of gold
And engagement rings so chunky and clunky?

Shouldn’t physical objects designed to reflect “permanence”
Radically bend towards beauty?

How dare they sell such junk jewelry through the public media –
So expensively “cheap.”

Is it because Western capitalism left a window open
And beauty flew out
Not wanting to touch us anymore?

Shouldn’t it be against the law
To sell ugly engagement rings for use in holy wedding ceremonies?

Where are all the traditional artistic craftsmen hiding
And is there no shame left in the world of beauty? –
Especially when we can still recall the golden crowns
Crafted with flowers and leaves for the queens of Sumer –

Back at the very beginning.

“DEATH”

Is death like stepping off a cliff –
And falling forever?

Is death the loosening up of our atoms
And then returning them to the ground,
To the air, or even into deep water?

Is death a matter of disappearing to one’s self –
And then, shortly after, to others as well?

Is death memory
Gone irrevocably bad?

Is death the end or beginning
Of life beyond life?

Is death a gift taken back –
The kind of negative surprise we’ll slowly learn to accept as we age?

Is death a truth no one can bear –
Or a self-love that can disappear overnight?

Is death a fairy tale –
Told once too many times?

LETS ABOLISH ZOOS – AND PRISONS TOO

Let’s abolish zoos and prisons too.

Who needs to wear business suits inspired by 19th Century Prussian officers?

Let’s get rid of suburban office complexes,
With their marble lobbies and tacky bowling alleys.

Moreover, who needs another Colosseum-style football stadium
Filled only seasonally – and never more than once a week.

Let’s also devalue TV-marketed diamond jewelry –
And especially, magazine ads for expensive Swiss watches.

Let’s get rid of our fleets of gas-powered cars and trucks
Since it’s now realistic to go “all-electric” –
Using natural sun and wind to power our transportation.

Let’s re-orient ourselves toward healthy, holy spiritual “light” –
And truth and beauty, as well.

Let’s fall in love with God all over again –
Especially the God who secretly lives inside our heart.

Let’s decide to be reincarnated, today, as the promised return of Jesus –
Most especially if we’re female.

As the Nike brand says –
Let’s “just do it!”

 

JESUS SAYS

Jesus says: “Build my church with love” –
Not stones.

Jesus says: “Build my church with truth” –
Not nationalism.

Jesus says: “Build my church with justice” –
Not prejudice.

Jesus says: “Build my church with beauty” –
Not inside a parking lot.

Jesus says: “Be like me” –
The “me” that’s the same as the true self you.

THE GERMANS

They like to measure things –
In fact, “things” constitute “poetry” for them –
Like manipulating microns
Or fashioning the best teeth in the world.

They often fall into harsh prejudices or judgments, however,
–  (like other people enjoy jumping into lakes) –
Against Jews or Blacks
Who have experienced Germans walking – not on water – but on their heads.

Life for Germans is Romantic
As opposed to Real.

Their religion is anti-spirit
Because it’s impossible to manipulate God
Without placing “Him” inside a spiritual-materialistic religious organization –
Far distant from any possible change.

Germans are heroic –
But sin in their lack of humbleness –
In fact, they’ve long believed – back to the time they were still living in forests –
That they’re a “race” of heroes –
Especially when it comes to manufacturing guns, swords, and sausages.

Hansel and Gretel are typical good Germans
Baked in an oven by a bad old witch –
Who tricked them –
Since Germans are always innocent of everything.

THE SINGLE SOLE MESSAGE

The world is only as “real” as our senses will allow us to experience –
Since with limited senses we can only interact inside a limited world.

Also, the world is only as real as the ideas we take mental “rides” on –
Rides created inside our heads – and run just for fun.

If nothing we experience or think is actually fully “real,” however –
Then that experience or thought must be our subjective reality –
While positing an infinite “beyond” which no human being will ever reach.

So, what if “gratitude” is all we’ll ever be allowed to authentically experience –
With gratitude being our “Heaven?”

What if the single sole authentic message we’ll ever be given
Is “Thank you God?”

“Thank you.”

 

 

LAST POEM

This is a last poem –
But perhaps not

Since there really is no last poem
So long as we’re still alive.

This is my last poem –
So why won’t you tell me
What’s in my heart today?

This may truly be my last poem –
But it’s not –
Since who can say that
And really mean it.

My last poem
Is silence –

Invisible –
Filled with silent colors.

My last poem
Is waiting

For you to request
A last poem.

IS THIS SO DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND?

God may be more like a quality, a mode, or a channel – like spontaneity or freedom –
Than a person or thing.

God also has no ascertainable “size” (like a universe or multi-universes)
And certainly doesn’t have the kind of “power” allegedly possessed by comic book heroes –
God is actually more like “love” or “truth” or “justice” or “beauty.”

God also is not a number – no matter how infinite –
Instead, God is a word that anybody can say.

 Nor is God an ancient idea, even if once brilliant but now frozen in space –
Rather, God is always moving – like wind or water –
In other words, God is always a surprise to human beings.

One can’t “swear” by God, much less even know for certain God exists,
Yet it would be a mistake to give up on God
By adopting some substitute – like science, technology, or some political ideology.

Invisible, God, nevertheless, is always present.

God knows what we want and, more importantly, what we need
And is happy to provide us with the latter – whether we’re ready or not.

God takes our hand, and gently, kisses it.

God gives us a lifetime of gifts which, invariably, we forget receiving.

Here’s one of God’s gifts – right now:
Close your eyes and turn around three times – then open up your eyes again –
Everything you see from that moment on – and for the rest of your life –
Is a gift from God!

Is this so difficult to understand?