GROWING YOUNGER WHILE GROWING OLDER

While still young, we become anxious to grow older
Modeling ourselves on nearby adults who seem successful –
Eventually, however, we become older ourselves – inside and out.

But this turns out to be not right!

Later on in our lives, some of us begin a struggle
To become free of our earlier-developed “mature” selves
While an even smaller number manage to actually accomplish it –
By becoming “children” again.

Growing older, at some point we find the need to start over – reversing direction –
Spiritually – getting younger year by year –
Until we achieve the stage Jesus might look over at us –
(Now, perhaps, grandfathers and grandmothers)
And say: “Let the little children come unto me.”

NOT THE PICTURE BUT THE REAL BEING

Where is Jesus in this ancient religion called “Christianity?”
Certainly not in a silver medal hanging around one’s neck
Requiring people to nod when passing.

Jesus is not anybody who needs to be worshipped
Since, today, Jesus is you – and nobody else.

If you do decide to “become” him –
Open the doors of your soul and say, “please come in.” 

Jesus is not the world religion created by Paul and institutionalized by Constantine
At which all the good seats have already been taken –
Hypocrites being the first to rush in
Pretending, unconvincingly, like modern-day Evangelicals to be Jesus’ best friends.

When someone decided (who was that who decided?)
To merge the Roman Empire into the name and spirit of Jesus –
He (Jesus) quickly left by a side door – and has never been seen again.

Curators plaster museum walls with pictures of him
Framed with gold and precious jewels –
But Jesus, himself, is back out on the street – searching for God
All over again.

Birds see him
Cats turn their heads when passing
But only crazy people are willing to unembarrassedly acknowledge him in public –
When they see
Not the common-accepted picture – but the real human being!

MISTAKES ARE NOT INHERENTLY EVIL

Some people say Trump followers are evil
Because they intentionally hurt the poor, immigrants, and the sick
But neither Socrates nor Jesus would go that far –
Instead, they would say that Trump followers are “mistaken” –
People who’ve been misled or who’ve worked at misleading themselves.

Once shown the truth –
Once the truth is discovered –
They’ll see, and, turn
Back to goodness and the truth in full.

Even the most evil-sanctioning of men can turn –
Yes, even after decades of throwing their support towards society’s greatest evils
They can still turn
Back to a God who welcomes them.

Yes, there’s hope for most of us –
Perhaps, even for the best of us.

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?”

TALK ABOUT THE BEAUTY OF GOD

Jesus and the Sufis believe God is “Love” –
And it’s hard to disagree –
But, for now, I want to speak about “Beauty.”

Older adjectives for God included “Power” or “Knowledge”
Especially in the more ancient patriarchal brands –

All these go low.

Presently, though, I prefer “Love” or “Truth” –
While, like I said, I want God to be experienced as “Beautiful”
With a “knock your socks off” look –
When we do take a look.

Can’t we agree that people dedicated to Beauty
Are God’s people –

People who bring live beauty into the world –
Who’re as natural as Nature –
And possess the openness of children.

Beauty is like the first appearance of Spring –
A “natural” gesture –
A spontaneous smile.

The most valuable, aching, type of beauty,
Is the kind that’s just on the verge of disappearing –
Like cherry blossoms – falling –
A kingfisher’s flash dive into the lake –
Or a kindly memory surfacing later on in a well-lived life.

In essence, Love “reflects” Beauty –
Truth “tells” it –
And the fundamental fairness of Justice “requires” it.

God’s eyelids blink out numerous metaphors of Beauty –
Heart-stopping, if you’re fortunate enough to see one.

Beauty is a dream waiting patiently for God’s entrance into the material world
Or waking up to one of God’s repeated emergences into Time –

Beauty is a “splash” of Life –

Revivifying, spontaneous, fresh!

SHE’LL HEAR US AND COME

Each of the old religions are fading away
Because, essentially, they’re all male!

Men have taken it about as far as they’re able –
But, now, it’s over
And time to start imagining the face of God as female.

I’m not talking about any everyday woman
I’m talking about an ideal
I’m talking about a woman able to step beyond Jesus
Who meditates deeper than the Buddha
And who wields the sword of truth more nimbly than Mohammed.

While the entire world is tumbling and crumbling around us
With weird new diseases taking hold all around the planet
It’s time to call out for a new God –
Personified by this ideal female –
Gentle yet brilliant
Beautiful yet profound
Way beyond the boundaries of quotidian male justice.

Her name is and always will be “Love.”

She’s the only hope we have –
The One we’ve been waiting for.

She’ll be the first of a new kind of enlightened being –
An avatar of a spontaneous, deep, love –

If we concentrate all our asking – (and, personally, I’m asking) –
Wherever she is on earth – out there among seven billion people –
She’ll hear us and, hopefully, come right away!

MY NAME IS SURPRISE

One problem with religion is its construction
Of sandcastles in the desert –
Waiting for successors to knock them all down.

Another trouble with religion is its professionalization –
Because only amateurs are authorized
To take off their clothes in public.

Then, with religions, there are “splits”
Where the fiercest enemy is a sizable portion of its former self –
Flying arrows – hearts turning black.

The final trouble with religion is the killing off of founders
Because founders, like Jesus, the Buddha, and Mohammed,
Are still too alive to be turned into museum sculptures –
So alive, that everyone runs away screaming:
“They’re alive – watch out – better yet – run!”

Of course, running out into the lonely night,
Eventually, you have to stop, turn around, and start to relax –
But it’s really not so bad without post-founder institutions to believe in –
After all, that feeling of freedom is wonderful!

My heart starts doing jumping jacks
In my chest
Out my mouth.

My name is “Surprise” –
Just don’t try sneaking up on me!

DISTANT TRAINS

Distant trains whistle low and away
While crows in the treetops are insisting upon their far greater importance.

Jesus says: “You’ve forgotten everything essential about me
Asserting I have the power to ‘save’ you –
When, actually, I don’t.”

Distant trains whistle low and away
Taking people to camps
The same people whose grandchildren have also created camps.

Crows in the treetops are insisting upon their importance
Like politicians who create unreality shows
Designed to lead fools by their noses
Down broad entertainment ramps to political slaughter.

It’s a show mindlessly conducted for a mindless audience
Performed with flourishes of rage and spit –
A show waged against conscious reality
So that God can never be seen.

These lives without beauty are tragic –
But they don’t seem to care
Since, to them, truth is just a commodity for rent
And love’s a word useful for marketing cars.

Yes, love is a word no one dares say anymore
Because it could be taken as a commitment –
And, if so, how could we get away –
Escape unreality –
Escape everything the charlatans have wanted us to accept?