Heaven-Bent

Sometimes Seekers
of the Treasures
Known Only
to The Soul

Speak of
“Ascended Masters,”
As If
Our Souls
Issue from
All That Is
Divine,
Formed of
Love and Light,
Joy and Laughter and …
Ladders?

As If
Our Maker
Has Set Us
At the Base of
Mount Holy,
Facing an Eternal Ascent
of Some Infinite
Hierarchy.

What If
Instead of Clambering
Higher and Higher,

The Maker’s Desire,
In Sparking Out
a Universe of
Love-Soaked Fractals,

Is To Loose
Tribes of Artists,
Heaven-Bent on
Seeing How
Far and Wide,
Low and High,
They Can Expand
The Love In Their
One-of-a-Kind
Expressions of
The Art of
Embracing Fear

Until It Collapses
Into the Arms of
Love That Knows
No Hierarchy.

(Photo by Brad Barmore; UnSplash)

 

The Crawl Into My Lap Club

You Know
That Gramma
You Had
as a Wee One,

Who Swept You Up,
The Better To
Fill Your Eyes
With Honeybuckets of
Grinning Adoration?

You Know
That Uncle
You Had

Who Emptied His Pockets
of Small Change
So You Could
Buy a Scoop of
Orange Chocolate Bliss
In a Waffle Cone?

Let Me Ask You:

When You Wanted
To Be With
One of Them,

Did You Feel
The Need
To Clasp Your Hands and
Kneel Before Them,

Or Summon
A Priest With
a Collar and
a Handful of Candles?

Or Did You
Crawl Into Their Lap
And Lay Your
Sleepy Head

Where You Could
Feel Their Heart
Beating Out the
Music of Their
Delight In You?

Why Did We Ever
Imagine Our Maker
To Be

Anything Other Than
The Creator of

The Love
and Light
and Laughter
Crawl Into My Lap
Club?

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Fist Pump and a Grin

Were You Born In a
“Sinners In the Hands of An Angry God”
Neighborhood,

Taught At Your Mother’s Knee
That Your Reason To Be –
Born Sinner That You Are –
Is To Become
Everything You Are Not?

I Call Nonsense On That.

You’re Made of Pure Light,
Taking a Ride Through
What’s Left of
The Garden of Eden.

Just Be You,
With a Fist Pump
and a Grin.

If You Find Yourself
Misbehaving,
You’ve Got a Whole Bag of
Soulful Tricks.

Pick the Ones
Dipped In Love

Any Other Tricks
Are Soaked In Fear,
Designed To Exercise The Ego.

You Don’t Need Those.

Just Flip a Loving Bird
At That Jonathan Edwards Dude,

But Remember to Smile,
With a Fist Pump and a Grin.

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