Flame

You are a Flame,

Lit from
The Flame of
all Flames.

But do You
spend Your days,
or even sleepless nights,
imagining
You must be
Lit by
Someone else’s
Book
of Matches?

Or, even worse,
taught that
The Flame
of You
will one day
be extinguished?

Or told
Your Flame
does not
burn brightly
enough?

Or do You
Fear
Your Flame
is too Strange,
sparked as if from
some Other
Fire?

Or, Fear of all Fears,
imagined by
The Priests of Fear,
that, somehow,
Your Flame was
Lit in Hell?

There is only
One Fire,
One Flame,
its Fuel is Pure.
Love
not tainted by
Condition or Judgment.

You are that Flame.

(Photo by Paul Bulai; UnSplash)

 

A Walk On the Wild Side

Even if
You don’t have
a degree, like Me,
in Bible Lit –
why would You? –
Mine was by
default,

You know
The Story:

Disciple Peter
sees Jesus
making Light of
The Laws of
Physical Reality,

Walking where
only fish should
tread,
hiking the Waves
in sandals made
for sand.

Peter cries out,
“Me too, please.”
(I want to Be
more like Peter.)

Jesus says,
“Come on over,”
like He usually does.

Peter leaves
the boat –
Step 1, if You’re
taking Notes –
and

Walks On Water!

When Fear
overwhelms Him –
Fear disapproves of
Walking On Water –

Jesus steps in
and gives Peter
a hand up –
that’s what
Love does –
and

Peter learns about
Fear and Love
and
Walking On Water.

Where’s the Water
You want to
Walk On?

Never Mind
The Fear.

Love’s got You.

(Photo by Les Scope; UnSplash)

 

A Shadow of Your Self

The Divinity
that expresses
Itself as
You

does not require
a Religion
to Be
You
and All That Is.

As if
The Love
that burst into
a trillion Fractals
needs a Ritual,
a Rule Book,
an Owner’s Manual
to
Shine.

But We Fractals
often Believe
we need Rules
to simply
Be
The Light,
Moment-by-Moment,

for Fear
that We will
cease to
Be
The Divinity
We Are.

As if
We are Somehow
assembling
Our Selves
into the Divine,
Step-by-Step,
Rule-by-Rule,

when,
In Truth,

The Divine
can only
Shine,

and Your
Owner’s Manual
just makes
You appear
to be a
Shadow of
Your Self.

(Photo by Tom Barrett; UnSplash)

 

Butterfly

What if a Butterfly,
a Monarch,
Danaus Plexippus,
landed its bright Wings
on Your Shoulder,

unknown to You
as You go Inside
from
Your Garden.

Now She’s
trapped
and flutters
helplessly
against Your
Window.

Do You Decide,
from Your
God-like Purview,
that She needs
to be Beautified
before You
Release Her?

Do You search for
Your Watercolors,
to brush strokes of
Bright Blue or Green
across Her
Diaphanous Wings?

Do You find a
Gorgeous Silk Scarf
and cut out
Wings
to glue to
Our Lady Monarch’s
shivering Back?

Or do You
gently,
Fingers trembling with
Adoration,
cover Her,
for a Moment,
in a Glass Tumbler,

Carry Her to
Your Door and

Release Her
back into Her
Queendom?

My Friend,
The You that is
You
needs no
Artful Improvement.

Release
Your Self
Back into Your
Wild Garden.

(Photo by Kathy Servian; UnSplash)

 

Innocents

So many Innocents
enter this Place
of Skin and Ribs
and Faces,

being Taught
Their Task is
to diligently
assemble
a Life of
the Best
Possible Parts,
with Skill and
Character,
polished with
Hard Work
and Rewarded with
Silver Tokens
of Success.

So many Innocents
measure
their Images

in the Early Morning
Mirror
and it seems
to Them
Their Sum
falls Short,

and They’ll need
to scramble
to find more
Parts,
Work harder,
Polish more vigorously.

But what if
that Image
in the Mirror
is just a
False Shadow,
cast by a flickering Film
produced by
a Crew of Fools,
most well-meaning,
some not so much.

What if All of Us
Innocents
have been Taught
the Wrong Tasks,

and

We’re Really
Here as
Beings made of
Light,

meant to
overwhelm those
Flickering Films with
Happy Acts
and Endings
created by Crews
from the Union of
Love and Light and Laughter.

(Photo by Amir Geshani; UnSplash)