AN OCEAN OF BEAUTY SPEAKING

Long ago and far away, God appeared inside a “burning bush”
Speaking about the necessity for human beings
To step back away from this seemingly unnatural display of Holy energy.

My own spiritual experiences usually arise at the meeting of ocean and shore
Where sunlight flashes in and out of summer afternoons –
 “Speaking” through the beauty of an ocean rhythmically crashing onto the shore –
Echoing my walking heartbeats.

Whenever the Holy is experienced through both sight and sound –
At the same time and place –
We are to understand that God is present
Due to such “doubling-up” of spiritual experience.

I’ve recently become worried, though –
Since I’ve been inquiring about the God who’ll come after Jesus’ God –
A God who’ll adamantly refuse to be rolled back
A God who’ll agree to be shared by everyone on the planet.

I hear soft sounds and, simultaneously, start seeing brilliant lights –
God is hiding somewhere, out there, behind those crashing liquid mountains –
Speaking in a still small voice which no one yet hears.

Waves come rolling in – lighted up inside –
Grumbling: “I’m coming” –
“I really am!”

THE LAST TRUE HUMAN BEINGS

What’s the identity of the Spirit hiding behind “Manifest Destiny” –
Is it holy or unholy –
That is, God or Satan?

When white Americans use the term “Manifest Destiny” –
They mean God has given them all of this country
To work hard and become successful in –
But when the descendants of the victims hear those same words
It’s like a deep bronze bell tolling – “Death, Death – endless Death”
Along with “Rape, Robbery, and vile Murder” – on a genocidal scale.

Hundreds of thousands of Native Americans suffered mortally
Over the course of being cleared off their own lands –
In order to open the door to the introduction of millions of black African slaves –
Financed by Boston, New York, Philadelphia and, of course, London banks
That excitedly turned millions of human beings into dust – that is, “gold” dust –
To float back into the pockets of their European-American and European customers.

Yes, cruel centuries of black people’s sweat and pain were extracted
Over stolen Native American lands –
Capitalized by white men’s gold –
Violent greedy men –
Heartless paternalistic men –
Who, then, as now, cherished their unique ability to repress any crime –
Especially the largest ones
“Romantically” exchanging huge genocidal crimes
Into “God-approved” Manifest Destiny ones.

You can call it a murderous centuries-long genocidal “rape”
If you’re related to the victims –
Today, known as the last true human beings on earth.

I WANT TO HOLD A CUP

I want to hold a cup made by human hands
To walk on Persian rugs crafted the same way.

I want to hang paintings on my walls reflecting spiritual joy
Refined through millennia of grand artistic inspiration.

I want that cup more than anything –
A personal object – touched by touch –
That I hold next to my body – and rely upon.

I want human work to be helpful
With caring primary in all our efforts –
This is why I want God affirming us, as well as our affirming God –
Because we’re carrying out what God wants.

I want the knock at my door to be God coming home –
Searching for me –
And this is how I want God to find me – waiting at home –
Studying to become holy.

I want God knocking and knocking –
For this not to be a dream –
But real as life!

EVERYTHING A FOOL COULD EVER WANT

Western intellectuals study their entire lives
To discover a tiny taste of the holy –
But usually come up dry.

Mostly, they spend years of hard labor
Learning to “count” –
Adding up “things” (sometimes the entire world)
(Or at least as much as they can swallow)
But this often ends up with them getting arrogant.

When one of them, one day, however, decides to become a mystic
She’ll have to start all over –
Not knowing whether to sit, stand, or crawl out the door.

When she first takes this direction
She’ll be timid –
Uncertain –
But that’s a good place to start.

Ultimately, she’ll take the risk of sticking her tongue out –
Believing God might grant her a taste of honey.

And that turns out to be true.

To others, she might look like a fool
With her tongue sticking out like that –
But no one else has been able to taste what she’s tasting –

It isn’t much –
But it’s everything any fool could ever want.

LOST INNOCENCE

It would be some miracle if we could ever find it again –
Lost somewhere during the course of early childhood.

If, for a moment, however, we put down our more serious pursuits
And start looking –
With patience, we’ll find it’s still there.

And, if we start re-cultivating that spring-green patch of early innocence,
One day, out of it, might grow a gentle mature human being
Who – because of gratitude –
Could well be on the way to becoming “whole” – that is to say, “holy.”

Later, when God looks down
At all the human beings in the world exhibiting gratefulness –
Because of that gratitude, from God’s point of view, they’ll light up
And can be seen.

THE AMBIGUITY OF GENDER IN THE HOLY (for Mark and Ruth)

Divine wisdom, being feminine,
Took on flesh in a male Jesus.

However, the great door to the next spiritual dimension,
Consisting of a perfect, yet ever changing, balance
Of Love, Truth, Justice, and Beauty,
Will open only to a she.

When she does decide to come through that door
And enter our universe
All the previous “male gods” will quickly be forgotten
And people will start attempting to live as God would live
If God were a young female avatar.

Strength, intellect, courage, and compassion
Will be reflected in the face of this divine female being
Manifested as an ecstatic Central or South American holy girl –
The purest girl in the world.

ONLY IF YOUR HEART SAYS SO

Is God “immanent” – within us?

Yes, if you allow it.

But is God imminent only for human beings?

Humans do have the best minds – but is that all that matters?
What about crickets, blue birds,
Stars bursting with ultraviolet light?

Really isn’t everything infused in some way with God?
Isn’t everything – being and nonbeing alike –
Holy?

By ignoring the omnipresence of the holy
We’re about to brush our blue-green earth
Off the table –
Mindlessly wasting its beauty.

Dear people, you need to think about changing your minds –
And start opening up to and valuing what’s really sacred!
Everything you see, feel, taste, touch, think,
And remember is Holy.

God is everywhere

But only if your heart says so!

HOLY CORRESPONDENCE

Some poets enjoy exploring beauty in nature –
While others prefer “punching out” big ideas.

Some poets muse about where we came from –
While others look ahead to where we might be going.

Some poets get depressed and lie down in their cups –
While others become, and sometimes remain, righteously angry.

But the greatest poets – the truly great ones –
Look right into the face of divine nothingness
And express the inexpressible.

The truly great ones fall so deeply in love with the Holy
That they write shy “spiritual letters” to eternity
Which sometimes provoke surprising responses from God
And anyone fortunate enough to stumble upon this holy correspondence.

LET’S GET THIS STRAIGHT

Let’s get this straight:
God is not some kind of “super-human” who runs the universe –
God’s essential nature is one of “spirit” – such as “love” or “truth.”
Whoever experiences this, experiences “God”

So, the paramount goal is not to get into some place called “Heaven”
The goal – for each of us – spiritually –
Is to become love – become truth.

If this ends up as our reality – at least from time to time –
Then, when meeting other people, you’ll still be largely ignored,
But, subconsciously, they might intuit they’ve encountered something “Holy”
And that would be true –
And that would be you

So long as you remember
Never to take credit for it.