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)

 

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)

 

The Art of Amplifying

When You think of
Love,
think of
a Wave,
an Oscillation,
a Pitch;
a vibrating
Frequency,
like the Signal that
Broadcasts

the Music
that fills
Your Soul
as if it’s Your
Mainsail.

On those days
when You believe
You must
separate
Your Reality
into
Good or Evil,
Divine or Mundane,
Levitating or Capsizing,
Beautifying or Debilitating . . .

Halt the
Classifying
for a Moment of
Contemplating
the Art of
Amplifying
the Frequency of
Love.

Turn up that
Dial of Desire
for Beauty,
and see if
You can
Transform that
Slithering Snake of
Despond
into a
Dancing Dervish of
Delight.

(Photo by Drew Colins; UnSplash)

 

The Imposter

Do You have
an Imposter
Who has
claimed
Your Identity?

Who has
infiltrated
Your waking
Self
such that
You believe
You are
the Narcissist
They seem to be?

The Self-Centered
Comfort-At-Any-Cost
Procrastinating
Easy Way Out on
The Path of Least Resistance
Christmas-Ignoring
Scrooge
They seem to be?

Or maybe You’ve
created Your own
Version of
The Black Hole.

Look again.

There’s a Seed,
made of
Love and Light and Laughter,
that just Now
sprouted
at the Bottom of
The Black Hole.

A “Rose is a Rose is a Rose”
that’s Blooming
the Hell out
until

The Black Hole
is nothing but
Artful
lattice and stonework
making Way
for a

Bloomfest.

(Photo by Victor Malyushev; UnSplash)