The Daydreams of Particles

Foment a Daydream,
if You can,
of the
Mother Matrix,
Made of Lavish Love
and Laminated Light

That Burst into
a Bombast of
Cherished Fractals,
Waves of
Beloved Particles,
Each Adored and
Bathed in That
Laughing Luminosity
that Earmarks
The Divine,

of Which
You are One.

Yet,

In Your Pocket
You Keep a
Leaky Pen
and a
Wrinkled Scorecard,

with Which
You keep Track of
Hits and Runs
and Errors,

Like a Religion,

Forgetting
That It’s All
a Game,

and This Lifetime
but a Season
of Games,

That there Will Be
Other Seasons of
Wins and Losses and
Tears and Trophies.

In Tracking
Your Errors,
Sometimes You
Imagine
You could Lose
The Divinity
That Is
Your Birthright.

Don’t Be
Silly.

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Transcendent Tropes

When The
Fisherwoman Poet
Casts Her
Magic Net into
The Lake called
Mystery,

She has
No Idea
What words
will Swim into
The Weave.

She only
Knows

She Will Catch
exactly
The Finned and
Rainbow scaled
Slippery Thing

That will
Transmute
into Beauty

The Moment
She Reels in
That Invisible
Skein of
Transcendent Tropes.

My Beautiful
Friend,

What Daydream
Compels You
To Cast Your Own
Longing
Into
The Mystery?

You Must
Believe
You Will
Catch It.

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Loving Intoxication

I Daydreamed
that The Veil
drawn between
This World and
The One
Our Souls call
Home,

Parted,

Enough for
a Hand
to Beckon
My Imagination
to Go
Hand-In-Hand
Through The Veil,

Into a
Cosmic Theater
where Thousands of
Wide-Eyed
Souls

Awaited the Arrival of
an Ascended Master

Whose Love
for Us
Who Waited

Compelled Him
to Teach Us
Something

More Precious than
can be Measured,
except by The Same
Adoration
That Holds Us
in Eternal
Embrace.

The Murmuring of
Souls
grew Silent as

The Master Appeared.

He Grinned and
Bowed to Us,
then Spoke
for Hours of

The Holiness of
Humor,
The Loving Intoxication of
Laughter.

His Name was
Robin Williams.

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Gangsters

A Gang of
Lab-Coated
Gurus,
the Sort that
Arm Themselves with
Electron Microscopes and
Build Raceways for
Particles of Light,

Astonished Themselves
Awake
to the Reality that
If They
Poked a Particle
“Here,”
Another Particle
“There,”
at an Infinite Distance,
Felt the Poke
and Giggled.

And
“Time” and “Space”
Disappeared
Into
Oneness.

Another Gang of
Starry-Eyed Contemplatives
Deduced that
there Is No Force that
Binds Oneness that
Compares with
Love.

How Better to
Imagine
Divinity
than That?

What could Possibly
Be
More True than
This:

It’s All Divine.

 

Blockbuster

Hear me out,
This is a
Blockbuster:

Do You have
Control Issues,
attempting to
Micro-Manage,
using Your
muscular Brain,
every Action, or
too often,
Inaction,

in Order to
Preserve and Protect
Your Precious Self?

Warning:
You may End up
Building Walls
that mutate into
Immovable Objects
that will Trick You into
Believing You’re a
Lazy Loser,
that protect You
by Training You to
Resist Whatever Requires
Real Effort.

Here’s the Blockbuster:

Send Your Brain
some Flowers and
a Thank-You Note,
then Bow to
Your Intuition,
Your True Guide.

Bump Fists and Lock Arms,
Walk Together into
That Scary Thing
You’ve Micro-Managed into
Safe Resistance and Denial,
wrapped up as
Laziness.

Stride In with
Throbbing Curiosity
about What Might Happen –
It’s an Adventure! –
Knowing
You can Trust
Your Guide.

Don’t be Surprised by
Joy,
Unless You Enjoy
Surprises.

It’s Fun to
Bust Blocks.

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Kids Will Be Kids

A Wise One –
Okay, Jesus –
Said that if
We want to Enter
What He called
Heaven,
(Who Doesn’t?)

It’s Necessary to
Become a Kid
Again.

I used to Think
that’s because
Kids are All
Innocent and
Untarnished by
Sin, but
I don’t Think It’s That.

I Think It’s Because
Kids Believe in
Magic
and Have
Imaginary Friends
and Believe
Play
is an Inalienable Right
and Imagine
They Can
Be Anything
They Want To Be.

You probably don’t
want to Know
What Jesus said
Should Happen to
Grownups Who Try to
Convince Them
Otherwise.

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Variations On a Theme

Early on,
almost as soon as
the Cord joining Me
to My Mother
was snipped,

I was Taught that
though I was Birthed a
Transgressor by Nature,

I could Volunteer for
The Lord’s Army,
and if I
Worshipped and Obeyed
the Commander-In-Chief,
after signing a Confession
to My Crimes, and
if I Obeyed All Orders,

The Commander’s
Firstborn
would take My Place
in The Battle
against Cosmic Evil,

and when He Died,
it would be as if I died,
thereby assuming
The Death Penalty
I had deserved
since Birth.

I have come
to Believe
Reality is
Other than That.

The only
Commander-In-Chief
Is Love,
with a trillion Stars, and

He or She or It
(Pronouns are of
No Consequence)
Runs a Cosmic
Production Company, and

is Eager to Receive
Your all-the-World-is-a
Stageplay.

We Love Creating Scripts, but
We’re also a
Cosmic Acting Troupe,
offering Our Talents
to One Another.

There is only One Condition:
Your Play Must Be
a Variation on the
Love Theme, and

there must be
No Other Conditions.

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Artful Excursions

The Powers That Be
Conjured
a “God”

They Imagined
Invented a
Rigorous Regimen with

Commandments and Discipline
and Consequences
for Failure
to Follow
Instructions.

What If,
Instead,
“God” Is
Creative Consciousness,
All That Is,
Whose Only Regimen
Is Love

Waiting To Be
Diffracted
Into Endless
Permutations.

Permutations
Devised by
Each of Us

Creators
Invited Into
The Mystery,

Propelled and Carried
by the Vehicles of
Our Imaginations.

Our every Voyage
Expanding the
Boundaries and Depth of
All That Is.

This “God”
Who Delights
In Our
Artful Excursions.

What If?

Imagination’s
Favorite Question.

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The Awakening

I Like to
Think of It
Like This:

You were Born
An Actor.

You’ve Taken Classes
and Auditioned
and Played
Every Part
Offered to You,

but Never
The Characters
You Dreamed About.
Always a Reason
The Role was
Made for Someone Else.

Even though
You Read
The Best Books,
Paid for
The Best Teachers,
Rehearsed Until
Your Mind was
Spinning and
Your Voice was
Breaking and

You Wondered if
You Needed
Counsel to
Stop the Tears.

Then One Day
A Call Came,
A Voice from
Theater of
The Mystery.

Whispering That
The Role of a Lifetime
Is Waiting
For You
to Finally
Show Up.

It’s Been Yours
Since
Your Birth.

It’s Called
The Awakening.

(Photo by Christian Buehner; UnSplash)

 

Being On a Hike

So You Agreed to
A Hike.

On a Trail
with more
Arduous
Peaks and Valleys
than a Snake
Draped over an
Accordion.

Even though
“Hiking” doesn’t
make the Top 100
on Your
“Actually Want to Do” List,
at the Top of which is
“Have a Cinnamon Roll
at that Weird Looking
Coffee Shop
with the neon
Unicorn in the Window.”

Then Why
are You
Hiking?

Because You were
Asked to by
The Love of Your Life, or
Your Firstborn Grandchild, or
Your New Neighbor.

Here’s The Thing:

You will Be Tempted to
Let your Pet
Nemesis,
Shame,
come with You,
Walking beside You
Chattering on about
“What’s Wrong With You?
EVERYBODY Loves a
Good Hike.
It’s Nature!”

If You can,
Tell Shame to
“Take a Hike.”
Somewhere Else.

What You
Want to Do,
One Step at a Time, is

Breathe In,
Breathe Out,

Just Be.

On a Hike.

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