“I go back to where everything is nothing.”
Along with Rumi, I want nothing – except freedom
And perhaps a friend to point the way to God for me
In place of all the religious “professionals” lining the way to nowhere
And flatterers complimenting us on things we already know.
I want nothing
And the freedom that goes along with it –
I also want a God who still desires being God
Along with a quotidian material world whirring into and out of existence.
I want a freedom that’s fully paid for –
And a love that arrives “out of the blue.”
Speaking of “blue,” I want a lot more of that –
Skies, oceans, robins’ eggs, and Van Gogh blues –
Along with the spectacular “yellows” I’d never seen before visiting Musée d’Orsay.
Nothing is absolutely the beginning of everything –
Nothing is a midnight diner – cars streaming by –
Nothing is music discerned through an almost-waking dream.
Nothing is a God who doesn’t need to be acknowledged as “God” –
Since God’s perpetually fresh!