INTENSITY OF THE “SELF”

Love in the abstract (towards which I tend)
Is not worth much.

True love starts in the heart
And then is drawn towards another person –
Sometimes, even an object.

This is fascination with the “other”
Where one leaves one’s lonely self behind and becomes
Someone sharing their existence with another.

If it’s a person that love is driving you towards
You become more “alive” –
But if it’s an object
You might gain only some temporary satisfaction.

How far does your love go?
To just a few friends – or does it extend to all people in the world?
To a single object, like a cup or a car, or does it encompass everything in existence?

Does your love grow weaker as it expands outward?
And what about the effects of time?

Maybe everything should be measured
Solely by the intensity of the “self”
Engaged in this loving?

WAKING UP

If the “self” is a problem
And finding one’s “true self” the main issue
How will we ever find our “true” self
Without first establishing a true world?

It’s a conundrum, isn’t it: since, in most cases, there can’t be a true self
Without first establishing a true “world”?
But such a true world can never be founded
Except by true selves.

This is where psychology merges into politics
And politics back into psychology –
Always in the context of an “alive” God
(No old, stale Gods for us!)

Love, truth, justice, beauty and, of course, freedom, are essential aspects
Of any “living” God
Who can make possible both “true selves” and a “true world.”

Everything, however, can and, eventually will, get better – it just takes time –
Along with large scoops of hope and love –
And, certainly, a lot more awakeness –

God, please help us wake up – NOW!

THE GREATEST SURPRISE OF THEIR LIFE

What if the next Jesus turns out to be a 78 year old African American woman
With a societally recognizable name
But who makes no spiritual claims for herself?

What if the next Jesus is a 1-1/2 years old child
Who doesn’t yet know who he is –
But who’s already identifiable by his ecstatic joy.

What if the next Jesus is a couple
So much in love
That their twin halos light up the entire world –
And can even be seen from outer space?

What if the best qualification for the “next” Jesus
Is a simple humanity –
Flickering from person to person
Like moving sunlight.

What if all men walked off into the night
So there could be room for a female Jesus –
With her “light” able to be seen
By everyone – everywhere!

What if a spiritual Jesus fell back through time
And started arriving – over and over again –
So that anyone seeing him (or her)
Would be in for the greatest surprise of their life.

THE LAST TRUE HUMAN BEINGS

Jesus is coming through the fields
Looking for you.

Jesus is reading out names
Hoping to gain people’s attention.

Jesus bends to pick a bright flower
Awed by its beauty.

Jesus was never interested in wealth or power
But, instead, love and truth.

Jesus asks us to look directly at God
And, then, fall in love.

Jesus proved this love of God
Can be even more important than life itself.

Jesus rejected hypocrites
And all other self-important people.

Jesus loves neglected human beings –
People without money or power
The black and brown ones
Who he claims are “His” people
In the light of their suffering
And as being the last “true” human beings left on earth!

SOAKED IN HUMILITY

Some say that after you die
You float up to where angels catch you under your arms,
And carry you down a long light-filled tunnel
Leading straight to the presence of God.

Down here, though, in the land of the political “bases” of “Evangelicals” and Trumpterds –
It’s gotten bad – so bad that Jesus recently decided
To take a return trip back down that light-filled tunnel –
Along with the helping angels –
Popping a reverse death to birth –
Straight into the light of “Now.”

Jesus exclaiming: “Oh, my God!”
“This is not what I wanted –
“Where are people helping the poor and sick and persecuted
“Where are people burning with compassionate love –
“People dedicated to telling the truth?”

Jesus says: “Given this present reality, I may have to die all over again
“Because, obviously, the first time didn’t work!
“This time, however, there’ll be no promises about a ‘second life’
“No guarantees of ‘white’ European settler power –
“Since, obviously, I’m brown –
“A person loved by the sun
“And by the kind of people soaked in humility?”

POETRY IS OFTEN “NOT THAT!”

Can one talk about God except through poetry?
No and yes,
Because without song there’d be nothing memorable to say
But God insists upon our being intelligent, or, at the very least, intelligible,
And poetry often is “not that!”

Without inspiration, (taking a spiritual breath), there’d be no God –
But that’s about breathing “in” – not “out”
Yet, when we’re talking about God, isn’t it always a mix?
Part understanding and part a tapping of the feet.

Isn’t it true that as soon as God comes to mind
Our heart wants to start singing –
Isn’t it also true that as soon as black letters hit white pages
In an attempt to describe God –
A bucket of color gets thrown over the words –
Because God is so wild, alive, and unanticipated.

A newborn baby first opening its eyes to the world
Could not be more surprised
Than a poet sitting down and starting to write anything about God.

HOW TO LOVE GOD DURING A CORRUPT ADMINISTRATION AND ACCOMPANYING PANDEMIC

It’s hard to stay focused on God, especially now,
But that’s what I want –
Even though I’m worried about finding food, toilet paper, and other life necessities.

This makes me irritable.

At such times, it’s hard to bring God close,
Especially when worried about society
And that reality show “wannabe” tyrant spewing lies,
False assertions, and made-up facts –
(And I don’t know how to stop him).

I’m older now, and want the presence of God
To become ever-present –
But, don’t know how to do it –
Even though that’s what I want most.

God is everywhere
Especially hovering near my heart –
And mind.

God encompasses Nature and everything above and beyond Nature.

Question though:

Is God present in “man-made” things –
Like tables and chairs – houses – cups and bowls?
My real question is whether God may be experienced derivatively
That is, through “man-made” as opposed to “natural” things?

Then, going even a step further –
Can God be experienced digitally – through the internet –
That is, to what extent can the derivative world overlap with the world of God
Through man-made technologies unleashing algorithms of artificial intelligence
Which, in turn, recreate human-like ideas through the use of intelligent machines
And which, at some point, might get disconnected completely from mankind and life itself
Through a “Singularity”
Or a “Singularity” squared.

Where could God be in any of that?
My biggest problem now, though, is one of forgetting –
Because I get distracted by so many things
And lose touch with God – repeatedly.

How can I make fresh contacts with God – and hold onto them
More than a few seconds?

I want God to come into my heart and remain there
I want to hold onto God with determination
To fall asleep repeating God’s name,
And wake up with the joy of God on my lips.

I want other people – coming into my presence –
To feel God –
Like a spiritual surprise!

I want you – reading this – to find God
Coming like an eagle straight through your eyes –
Down into your heart –
And then, lifting your feet high up into the air,
You’ll begin feeling ecstasy
While quietly nibbling away on tiny bits of “Diner Mystic.”

TIME

Time is stronger than all universes combined
Because it moves
And carries those universes along with it.

Like a pill, time swallows everything whole –
So we’ll never be seen again –
We’re gone
No longer here, even in the very next moment.

Time is not beautiful because it doesn’t exist as a thing
Beauty enters the world only when time stops for a second
And, suddenly, something or someone appears
Wearing brilliant shoes.

Time is like a handshake without hands
A kiss without lips
Or a hug without a body.

Time can’t be understood
Because there’s no place to stand back to view it –
Time is flow and we’re in that flowTime, apparently, goes in only one direction –
Up or down – never, sideways.

Time has a sense of humor
Because whatever you expect usually never appears –
And frequently turns out to be its opposite.

Time thinks this quite funny.

“HERE I AM, READY OR NOT”

Men invented the ego but kept it mostly to themselves –
Women thought this quite the magic show
Generally permissible to watch.

Men created masks for dancing round a fire –
Women hummed and pounded the earth with their fists
Which resulted in many children for the community.

Men invented writing but kept it to themselves
Women said: “alright” and retreated into kitchens with daughters
Resulting in men monopolizing societal memory
Which, in turn, encompassed gods, wealth, and power –
Thereby inheriting a “male heaven on earth.”

Someday, all these “men-as-Gods” will have to stop
And take a break – in order that women can stand up without fear
And show us what we’ve all been missing.

I pray the right woman, reading this – today –
Will stand up and say: “alright – I’ll do it” –
“If the world is now willing to accept a “woman-as-God” –
“Here I am – ready or not!”

TWIRLING

Soul asks Mind to leave the room
Because Soul can’t see itself while being watched –
And Mind does nothing else.

Mind is terrific at counting
But Soul doesn’t care about that – refusing to accept totals –
Instead, Soul closes its eyes and waits.

Soul is fond of surprises
Because its secret desire is to wake up
Delighted.

It’s super-important not to get Soul and Mind mixed up –
Though purity is essential to each –

Looked at from one direction – diamonds –
From another – raindrops.

I really don’t know much
But certainly want to go a lot deeper –
Life turning into death, and then, turning back into life again –
That long-forgotten dance.

So, I bow to God, saying:
“Let the dance commence!”

Joy frequently arrives through twirling.