Who Do I Think I Am?

I was told
I can Be
Whoever
I Think
I Am.

I thought,
“I Am
seven-feet tall and
I can dunk
a basketball
over LeBron James,
with my back
to the basket.”

But I Am
delusional.

I thought,
“I Am
more handsome
than
George Clooney.”

But I Am
confused, and
have mistaken
my computer screen
for a mirror.

I thought,
“I can accumulate
more cash than
Elon Musk.
I Am
a trillionaire.”

But I Am
bored by
Twitter.

Then,

a Thought
became
a Certainty.

I know
I can
write
a poem,

because

I Am a Poet.

(Photo by Brecht Deboosere; UnSplash)

 

Mutiny Meditation

When the Soul
that is You
chose a Body
to inhabit –
maybe next
go-round
you’ll take a
little more time;
just kidding –

perhaps You didn’t
foresee the
Mutiny of the Mind
that may have
bound Your Soul

in chains of
Reason,
shackles of
Scientific Method,
handcuffs of
Objectivity.

Now Your Soul
languishes in
solitary
confinement,

while your Mind
busies Itself
collecting
Fears,

as if it’s some
sort of
Numismatist of
Melancholia.

Try this:

Place that Body
comfortably,
probably seated.

Imagine Your
Heart opens
and Light comes
pouring out,

filling Your
Body until it
escapes out
Your pores,
and soon

You are sitting
in a globe
of Light.

Aha!

It is Your
Soul
that has escaped!

Commune
with It,
bathe in It,
douse your
Fears with
gallons of It.

Let’s see
what happens.

(Photo by Daniel Mingook Kim: UnSplash)

 

I Beg of You Holy Ones

Perhaps, like me,
You’ve been
taught that the
Conscious Creativity
that birthed
what We can’t quite
capture or contain
when We say
Love,

That Lover
who warned us
that dividing
the Mind of
Your Beautiful
Soul

into compartments
of Good and Evil
will feel like
Death,

when Your
Adorable Soul
was woven from
Light,
to find Adventures
in the Art of
creating Life

that will never
stop expanding
into Libraries
and Galleries
and Dancehalls
and Theaters
devoted to
Exhibitions
of Beauty

that deny entry
to the Cadres of
uniformed Priests
who have been hired
to place signs
in the aisles
reading
Good or Evil.

Denied entry
because
Exhibitions of Love
have no use
for such signs.

I beg of You
Holy Ones,
take off
Your uniforms and
put on these
robes sewn
from Light.

And, for goodness sake,
let Beauty
burn away
Your Fear.

(Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe; UnSplash)

 

Creation

When I speak of
The Creator
It’s You
I’m thinking of,
and my own
Self,

since There Is
Nothing but
The Creator,

Whom some call
All That Is and
some call
Love.

Which is why
when You
set forth to
Create
that poem
or that canvas
overlayed
with shimmering
images or
that dance
playing
holy havoc
with Your hips or
that song
breathing heat
drawn from
Your beating
heart,

You can be
certain
it is already
there, waiting
for You to
reach in,
pull it out, and
embrace it,

since There Is
Nothing but
The Creator,
All That Is,
Love,

You have nothing
to fear.

(Photo by Ahmad Odeh; UnSplash)

 

The Rock Star and The Rabbi

A Beatle
once said,
“All You need
is Love.”

A renegade Rabbi
said,
“Love One Another
as You
Love Your Self.”

Friend,
how much clearer
do You need it?

You’ve been
instructed by
John and Jesus –
who cares who’s
more popular? –
to Love
Your Self.

Your habitual
gambits –
shame and
comparing Your Self
to that List
of nominees
for the
Hard Workers Hall of Fame –
are useless here.

The Rabbi and the Beatle
are adamant:

You must
Love You.

The Real You.

And that’s just
The Beginning.

Now you can be
a Rock Star Rabbi.

Now You can teach Us
how to Love
Our Selves.

Let’s get this
party
started.