Look At This!

I was sitting
on the couch
with My Maker,

morose and mawkish,
examining
all the Reasons
I should be
Ashamed

of My
Scared and Scarred
Little Ego,

“So Sorry,”
I said,
“for this
narcissistic, lazy,
underachieving . . .”

“Oh, be Quiet,”
The Maker said,
laughing.

And The Maker
thrust a
Light Hand
into My chest
and pulled out
a tiny,
burning,
Pebble of Brightness.

“Look at This!”
The Maker said.
“This is the
Part of You
that’s made of
Love and Light and Laughter,
that longs to Be
a Gift
to All That Is,
without Regard
to All that
Comparative
Claptrap.”

“I Adore This.”

“Now,
go give It
to Someone
Who needs It,
there’s Plenty More
where That came from.”

And then I Knew:

When The Wise Ones Say,
“Find the Divine
in Every Being,”

They’re talking about
That Pebble.

(Photo by Ben Collins; UnSplash)

 

Know This

You know when
You’re watching
that YouTube Video,
the One
that Makes You
pump Your arms and
hammer Your legs
in time with
that Wild Drummer,
and close Your eyes
and see Yourself
as that dancing
Rhythm Guitarist?

You know how
You Feel like
Your Heart will
lift You right out of
Your computer chair
and You’ll float around
giving random hugs
to your
sleeping dog
and blowing
Kisses everywhere?

The Joy
squeezing Your
Viscera
like a sponge
dripping Euphoria?

Remember
How That Feels?

Know This:

Your Creator
Loves It
when That
happens,

even More
than You do.

(Photo by Spencer Davis; UnSplash)

 

Just Be

When You Feel
Like It would be
Better if
You just Ceased
To Be . . .

Just Be.

. . . As If
You Broke
What You Were
Given,
In some Fit of
Childish Rage,
or
You Twisted In
upon Your Self,
a Narcissistic,
Comfort Seeking,
Selfish Centered
Fool . . .

Just Be.

Don’t Try to
Fix It.
It’s NOT
Some Thing
You Do.

Just Be.

Stop Trying
To Be
Like God.

No!

God Is
Being You,
Silly One.

Just Be.

(Photo by Anthony Tori; UnSplash)

 

LightWorks

Sitting at a Table
with Banana Bread and Coffee,
in The Dining Room
of a Hawaiian
Hotel d’Paradise,

I Imagine
a Cloud of Light
that Covers
and Inhabits
All That Is.

(I will Concede
the Ease of That
in This Place.)

If All That Is
is Made of
The Light of Love,

I have
Nothing to Hide from,
Nothing to Fear,
and
Everything to Embrace.

Knowing That

The Apparitions
that Appear
to Be
Dark and Dangerous

Don’t Have a Chance,

and Will At Last
Surrender

To This Cloud
of Light
That Is Drowning
My Table
In The Dining Room
of Hotel d’Paradise.

(Photo by Volcano Inn)

 

Wrestling

Suppose You wanted to
Spin a Yarn about
Love and Fear,
wherein
– Spoiler Alert –
Love Wrestles Fear
to the Ground
with a Move that begins
in an Embrace and
Ends with Fear
Pinned to the Mat,
Surrendering to Love.

Here’s a Yarn:

The Maker of
All That Is
Pours Divine
Love and Light and Laughter
into
Two Human Skin Suits,
then Plants Them in
The Garden of Paradise.

To Liven the Plot,
The Maker also
Plants two Trees:

One is Life,
with Fruit that
Smacks Their Lips
with Love,
The Other
bears Fruit that
will Sour Their Faces
with the Knowledge of
Something called “Evil.”

And then some slithering,
Lying Snake persuades
Our Divine Twosome
that Knowing Evil
will make Them Wise,
but It only
makes Them Fearful.

And hence
The Wrestle,
Love and Fear.

It’s just a Yarn,
but I submit that
We Light Beings
Love a Good Wrestle.

(Photo by Felipe Simo; UnSplash)

 

Come Out of The Closet

I see You
In There,
that Closet
You’ve filled with
Judicial Robes,

One for every
Occasion,
mostly Black, because
Judging Everything is
Such Serious Business.

Keeping Your
Motor Mind
revved up,
Hearing All The Arguments,
Considering all the Evidence,
constantly Preparing Opinions.

It’s Bad Enough
You’re handing Your Judgments
out Everywhere,
the Worst Ones
are The Judgments
You’ve taped to Your
own Forehead,
Blinding Your Eyes
so You’re stumbling around
Banging into
Everything and Everybody.

Have You Forgotten?
You’ve got
Another Closet
filled with Swimsuits and
Party Dresses and
Business Casual and
Motorcycle Jackets and
Hiking Pants and
Tuxedos, with Cufflinks and
Bright Bowties.

The Love that
Birthed You Into
This Playhouse of
a Planet
didn’t Mean for You to
be in Trial from
Birth to Death.

Come Out of the Closet.

(Photo by redcharlie; UnSplash)

 

Front Man

How do You
Imagine Jesus?

(If You do at all.
I understand.
He’s been kidnapped
by some Unsavory Types,
who want to pose Him
as a Judicial Officer.)

Maybe You see Him
surrounded by Kids,
crawling all over Him,
braiding dandelions
into His beard, or

Maybe You see Him
making sure
there’s enough wine
at the Party, or

cracking jokes
with a bunch of
Derelicts
hanging out
in the Park, where
He brings Them lunch
every day, or

Walking on Water,
daring His Followers
to join Him, or

pulling more lunches
out of thin air,
after hugging
The Little Guy who hoped
His Five Pieces of Bread and
Two Fishes would be
enough for five-thousand
Hungry Listeners.

How about this:

Could You see Him
as the Front Man and
Lead Guitarist
for an Indie Rock Band,
bouncing around and
flipping His long hair and
covering “Dreams”
by The Cranberries?

Why not?

(Photo by Joel Muniz; UnSplash)

 

The Fire of Love

I dreamed I was
in The Hereafter,
where it turns out
One can sign up
for Classes to
satisfy One’s Eternal
Thirst for Adventure.

I signed up for
The Fire of Love.

I showed up for
the first session
with My backpack of
Student supplies and
My Diary of Lessons Learned.

There was an Angel
posted at the Door,
Who required
I Surrender
My pack, to be searched.

I was stunned.
Did They Fear Someone
would sneak in a weapon?

“Oh, no,”
The Bright One laughed,
“but We must search
Your Diary.”
I handed It over and
some loose leaf pages
fell to the floor.

The Angel scooped them up.
I had titled them
“A Comprehensive List of
My Wrongdoings.”

“Follow Me,” She said,
and led me outside
to a Group
warming Themselves
at a dancing Fire.

We joined Them
and She
handed Me
My List.

“We call This
the Fire of Love.

“You do the Honor.”

(Photo by Jim Chesek; UnSplash)

 

Fender Bender

Let’s say
You’re on
a Road Trip.

A one-hundred proof
Intoxication of
an Adventure,
with stops at
Disneyland and
Mardi Gras in New Orleans and
Broadway in NYC and
the Lincoln Memorial in DC and
the Grand Canyon and …
fill in Your own
Daydreams.

But what if
Your Car
broke down in Abilene
and cost you
a day-or-three or
you dinged up a fender
on a snowy day
in Santa Fe?

What will You
Remember
a Year or so
from now?

The fender-bender
in November or
Thanksgiving Dinner
at the Cowgirl BBQ?

Would You
Identify with Your Car,
or When You
Wished Upon a Star?

I’ll grant You
It’s not quite
the Same,
but I Wonder if

Sometimes
My Forever Soul,
on this
Roadtrip of a Lifetime,
has to Laugh

at how much
I Furrow My Brow,
Worried about
How Well I’m Driving
This Four-Limbed
Fleshmobile.

(Photo by Markus Spiske; UnSplash)

 

The Scorekeeper

Do You have
a Scorekeeper?

Every One is Different,
but They Do
The Same Old Thing:

They Record Your
Approval Rating,
one Button for
When Your Little
Old Self
does Something
that stacks up Well
against Whatever
Score You’ve
Programmed The Thing
with as Being
Deserving,
another Button for
when You’re Feeling
Anything But Deserving.

This Morning
My Scorekeeper
was Stuck on
Undeserving –
there was
So Much Evidence –

When I Had
a Knock On My Heart.

My Creator
and a Few of
My Light Being Love Posse
stopped by for
A Chat.

They demanded
I Surrender
My Scorekeeper.

Then They
drew straws,
Howling with Glee,
to See

Who had The Honor of
Heaving
That Thing
so Far It
landed in
The Garbage Dump,

Where It will
likely be
Recycled into
Safety Pins
for a Child’s
diapers.

Then We had
A Group Hug.

(Photo by Duy Pham; UnSplash)