The Veil

It’s as if
Your Soul is a Painting
of astonishing Beauty,
One-of-a-Kind
from the Creator’s Brush.

Then Your Soul is
Hidden,
beneath a thin Veneer
of Canvas –
call it The Veil –

and You,
an Artist Your Self,
Offspring of
The Creator,
are handed
Brushes and Palette and Paint
and Your Creator
invites You to
Make Your Soul
a Work of Art,

but Casts a Spell
whereby You forget
What lies Beneath
the Veneer.

Perhaps the First Time
You Make a Mess of It.

Or, You Surrender
Your Brushes
to Others
You deem Better Artists
than You.
Who Make of You
a Portrait
You don’t even
Recognize.

Or You may Create
a Thing of Beauty.

But, after a Time,
You Return
with Your Painting,
to The Creator,
Who carefully
removes the Veneer
and hangs it in
The Gallery of Soulful Art.

Then, if You Wish,
another Veil
is carefully applied
over the Eternal Beauty of
Your Soul,
The One Painted by
The Creator.

And so it goes,
as many times
as You Wish.

But the Time may come,
when The Light
is Right,
that You See
through The Veil,
and Your Joyful Task
becomes to
Use Your Brushes
to Reveal
The Perfect Beauty
that lies
Beneath The Veneer.

(Photo by Frankie Cordoba; UnSplash)

 

Globalism

When I was a Child
I was given
a Globe,
small enough to
hold in My hands.

Inside was God.

Oustside was Everything Else.

My Task
of a Lifetime
was to get inside
The Globe
with God
and
leave The World
Outside.

Except, perhaps,
to convince
a Few Others
to get
God Globes
of Their Own.

We God Globalists
Knew that
All that would
Survive
The Coming Catastrophe
must be
In a Globe.
All Else would Perish.

A few years ago
I dropped
My Globe and
It Shattered.

Love spilled
Everywhere.

It’s possible
I’m not
too Old
to Learn
How To
Spread It Around.

Oh, Also:

There’s a Globe
I’m just now
Seeing.
There seems to be
No End to It.

As Near as
I can tell,

It Contains
Everything.

(Photo by Greg Rakozy; UnSplash)

 

How Would You Feel?

How would You Feel
if You were persuaded
beyond
any Reasonable Doubt
that

The You that is
You –
call it Your Soul –
transcends
by Light Years in Space and
Millennia in Time

that cute little
Biped You
sometimes Believe
You’re confined to.

If You knew
the Light that is
Streaming You
is The Same Light
that Birthed
Your Beaming,
and
It’s All One Light,

and The Light
is measured by
Units of
Love, Joy, Peace and
Laughter,

not so much by
carefully conducted
Experiments
in the Efficacy of
Thoughts,

Would You consider
conducting
Experiments
in the Efficacy of
Asking Your
Soul,

How Do You
Feel?

(Photo by Bianca Berndt; UnSplash)

 

Spooky

You know about
“Spooky Action
At a Distance,”
right?

Wherein the
Mechanics Who
tinker with
Entangled Quantums

discovered that
if You Tickle
a Pet Particle
Here,
another Pet Particle,
at an Imagined
Infinite Distance,
also Giggles,

as if They are
The Same Creature.

What if It’s True that
The Infinite Lover,
Who Launched You
into The Infinite,
in a
Burst of Light,

Who sometimes seems to
Love
at an Infinite Distance,

Laughs with You,
when Tickled by
Your Experience,

as if They are
actually You?

(Photo by National Cancer Institute: UnSplash)

 

Mission Possible

I was taught that
My Mission
is to
Worship and Obey
The Creator,

but I’ve since
come to believe
that’s some sort of
scrivener’s error,

since The Love
that spawned
a trillion Fractals
from Its Light,
including
You and Me,
burns on Love,
not bruised knees and
smudged foreheads
from bowing down.

Then I believed
that Love
sent Us here
to some sort of
Earth School of
Hard Knocks,

to Learn to
fend off
gut punches of Fear
with the Embrace
of Love,

a step in
The Right Direction
I suppose.

But now I’m
Wondering if
there’s Something
that transcends
earning a Black Belt in
Divine Self-Defense.

I’m learning that
My Soul
is connected to
The Mystery,
and
In The Mystery
there is
what Some call
Heaven,

and I’m beginning to
Believe that
My Mission,
if I choose to accept it,
is to
Follow My Soul
Into The Mystery,
gather up armloads
of Heaven,
and bring them
Down to Earth.

(Photo by Nghia Le; UnSplash)

 

Thy Will Be Done

Are You Aware
that You’re
like a Fish
Swimming
in the Love
that Created You?

When You breathe
that’s what
You breathe in?

That You can’t
possibly Live
anywhere else?

That You’d Be
that proverbial
Fish Out of Water?

Are You Aware
that the entire
Ocean is Yours
to swim in?
Anywhere You
Wish?

That if You
continually
ask the Love
that You
Swim in,

“Where should
I Swim?
What is
Your Will?”

The Love
that is also
Light and Laughter

Laughs

and says to You,

“Where do You
want to Swim?
Not My Will,
but Thine
be done.”

(Photo by David Clode; UnSplash)