To Die Laughing

Do You believe
You’ll meet your Maker?
I do.

I make
no apologies
for it.

Why would I?

As I grow
more wizened –
or is it
wisened? –

I’m beginning
to think
My Maker
will have
a small bone
to pick
with Me,

hidden
somewhere in
the huge pile
of gifts
He/She/They
will have piled up

to welcome Me
Home
in an avalanche of
adoration and joy,

as is
His/Her/Their
Way with Us.

One small bone …

“Why didn’t You
laugh more
at My jokes?

Especially the ones
I told
just for You?”

Message received.

I intend
to die laughing.

(Photo by Denis Agati; UnSplash)

 

Pilot Light

There’s a Light
that burns and glows
in You,

like a pilot Light,
fueled by
The Love that
lit up the Cosmos
with a Bang of
pure Joy.

That pilot Light
can never be
extinguished,

but it waits for You
to reach through
whatever
darkness
you may be
hiding in,

imagining
you must hide
Your face,

lest You be seen
before you can
cover it

with some
mask
You bought

when it was
hawked by
one of those
innumerable
masked
religions.

Reach through
the darkness and
flip that switch –

I know
You know
The One –

let that pilot Light
ignite
the Love

that will
show us
Your own

gorgeous
Face.

It’s a Beauty
we’ve been
waiting to
See.

(Photo by Danie Franco; UnSplash)

 

Enough!

How long have You
believed
that Shame
and Guilt and
woeful comparisons to
Your personal
Superheroes

are being used by
The Love
that formed You
from The Light
that blazes from
That Love?

Used to keep You
caught in a
venomous web
of Fear and
Self-betrayal and
toxic Humility
that darkens
Your days and
dims The Light
of The Love that
madly
adores You?

Seriously?

Enough!

Find
What brings You
Joy,
especially the
Joy of Creativity,

clasp it to
Your Self
in an Embrace

that is so tight
it leaves no place
for entry of Anything
but Love’s
unadulterated
Light.

(Photo by Grant Ritchie; UnSplash)

 

Lifetimes

How many Lifetimes
will it take Me
to learn that

I have allowed
that Trickster
that goes
by the name
“Imaginary”
to usurp
the power
of its quieter
sibling,

Imagination.

All That Is
Real
owes its existence to
Imagination,
yet,

Imaginary
cavorts around
pretending to
the throne by
pretending to
the imaginary power of
what’s Unreal.

What has this
dismissive
nonchalance
of the upstart
bully, Imaginary,
cost You
My Friend?

What Reality
have You missed
because
Imaginary dismissed it
as a figment?

I really don’t care
how many Lifetimes
it takes.

I intend
to learn
to Create Reality
with My
Imagination.

(Photo by Tetiana Shyshkina; UnSplash)