HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO “SEE” GOD?

Perhaps, as a reflection of reflections?

Instead of that, though, why don’t we move directly towards God
In every aspect of the “spirit” that presents itself:

For example, Love
We pretty much know what love is and how it reflects God –
So I think we need to pay more attention to the love opportunities in our lives
And, whenever we recognize love, we need to go all in.

(Love is a decorative button attached to God’s clothes)

What about Truth – we’re quite familiar with what truth is
And how it’s close to being the essence of God –
When we state the truth – especially against our self-interest –
We’ll just need to keep going – until our spirit starts becoming lighter.

(Truth dares kiss God’s lips)

What about Justice – we know how serious God can be about this
Since one can’t hide injustice from God –
In such a case, God will wake us up, place a mirror in front of us,
And compel us look directly at ourselves.

(Justice is the worn leather in God’s shoes)

Finally, what about Beauty – the lively and joyful glints in God’s eyes –
You can “see” God in all the surprises inherent in beauty –
For example, in Nature’s infinite flutter, or a loved one’s irresistible laughter.

(Beauty is the face of God glimpsed just before God turns a corner)

God is “light” – a shimmering
God is the expectant feeling in our hearts when we know something “good” is coming –
God is the expectation that life can be good –
God is identical with that “goodness.”

God is God – and that’s certainly no joke!

 

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?