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GOD SINGS IN COLORS

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Traditional English poets were primitive
Because you could hear the “beat” but not actually “see” much of anything.

When your heart echoes that beat and starts becoming giddy –
Your eyes will still be saying you have no idea where you really are!

A poet of fountains hears cool splashing –
A poet of the mind occasionally knows what he’s talking about –
But a poet that “sees” the world – as it is –
Is the poet God listens to.

God sings all the time –
Not always in melodies, that’s true,
But listen – God’s singing right now
About a direction in which to go and friends we might want to listen to!

God also sings in colors –
But only mystics are able to see this beauty
And only mystics have a good idea what God’s been talking about –
Generally, love, truth, justice, or beauty –
Directing these holy conversations straight through our hearts.

COLORS

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When you’re looking at colors – but instead observe only shapes or ideas –
When you’re having tea with friends – but dream about being somewhere else –
Or if your ideas have turned out to be all derivative –

Dear friend, it might be time to “wake up” –
Sparkle; effervesce a little – begin living a “real” life.

It would be much like being slapped in the face
By “beauty.”

When you wake up this way
You’ll start seeing the colors you once experienced as a child –
The colors that make up God’s beautiful “face.”

GOD OF MANY COLORS, MANY FLAVORS

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God comes in many colors, many flavors –

A fan opens:

Purple dragons
Breathe fire down from dark mountains above –

Flipping the fan over –

Brilliant angels
Are dancing in a perfect circle –

At the center of that circle
A lone deer drinks.

God knows everything by “knowing” nothing –
God doesn’t need to “know” – because God simply is.

So, isn’t it true that, sometimes, we can learn the most about God
When we’ve forgotten God entirely.

Pulling on our boots, we decide to go out –

Where are we going?

To find God, of course, the God of many colors,
Many flavors –

The God who we no longer remember
Because, unfortunately, we somehow, somewhere, have misplaced
Our true selves.

POETS ARE BAKERS (for National Poetry Month)

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Poets are bakers
Kneading wonder words into the food we need.

Sometimes, though, poets can start believing they’re even more ancient than the gods
And attempt to create greater worlds than those gods were ever able to achieve.

Poets’ most critical work, however, is discerning fresh uncharted paths
That they can barely see –
And have rarely had the opportunity to walk on themselves.

Poets also are carpenters
Building worlds not yet in focus – much less existence –
With unsettled words
Plucked out of the sweet invincible air.

Poets use words like nature uses colors –
And diligently work to design magic glasses
Through which “reality” may be seen.

Poets – humanity’s last surviving “world-makers.”