Tag Archive | God

The Existence Of God

One's Ultimate Pondering

Do I believe in God? Answering yes or no,
You have learned absolutely nothing about me.
Nebulous is the word God. It means many things.
Many people have lost lives. Our psychosis brings
About reasons to argue over ways to see.
I will not share my beliefs with those I don’t know.

I don’t like the word He, but so many folks do.
Sleight of word is a powerful potion to all.
But this is a free universe. To each its own.
All this talk about God is so way overblown.
No pronoun is convenient. No intent is small
In the using of God’s word to tighten the screw.

So, where does it all leave us? We’re left on our own.
Saving us from ourselves has always been our job.
In the laws of the universe God is expressed.
One could say that it’s God’s work. I’m surely impressed,
And I feel it would be great to chill and hobnob
With the one who created me. I’m not alone.

Ambiguity gives us the freedom we need.
Overlapping of ideas is lubricant
For our social machinery. I can agree
With someone who I would not agree normally.
Allowing God within me to charm and enchant,
I am not in the business of working a creed.

Never Give Up

Righteous Perseverance

One day I decided to just quit everything…
My spirituality and relationships,
My career, and life as I then knew it to be.
I went into the woods where God did speak to me
After asking, “What reason would come from your lips
As to why I should not quit? What hope will it bring?”

I was told, “Look around you. Do you see the fern
And the bamboo?” I said, “Yes,” and then I was told
They were both given good care with plenty of light,
Lots of water and nourishment. All was done right
To support and protect them from the bitter cold.
Divine providence is something they need not earn.

The fern grew rather quickly. Its rich brilliant green
Blanketed all the forest floor. From the bamboo
Came no sign of its growing. God chose not to quit.
With omnipotent intent, nature must submit
To the will of divinity. The bamboo grew
At a much slower rate, and it isn’t obscene.

After many long years the bamboo did emerge…
But somewhat insignificant. Yet within weeks
It shot up to great heights. Its roots took time to grow
And become strong for all that it would undergo
In its own unique process. That which my soul seeks
Will come not by my quitting. I can stop the urge.

Evolution Through Disruption

The Cost Of Living Buisness

All the worst of my problems alone I create
Through the master controller of identity
On the personal level. I’m doomed to attack.
For the rest of my life here I’ll just watch my back.
Evil doesn’t become me, but insanity
Seems to be what consumes me and authors my fate.

The abstracted part of me – the self not made whole –
Is only form identity. It’s not the same
As the timeless consciousness that I am truly.
Everyone is that essence with none else to be.
With this form I am subject to sorrow and shame
That I feel often times to the depths of my soul.

Oneself can’t be perfected. It’s like whack-a-mole.
Once things are put to order, something falls apart.
Never ending the struggle it is to portray
A complete living model. And I must obey
The aspect of disruption. It strengthens my heart
Just to know of the sick truth I cannot control.

Evolution of consciousness cannot take place
In a world picture perfect with no suffering.
One would dance on the surface of life and not grow.
Compassion and deep insights one can’t come to know.
Disruption in my life is a wonderful thing
If I can learn to trust it as God’s loving grace.

On Preparing To Diet

Getting Ready For Vital Work

We are that which we eat. Someone say it ain’t so.
What goes into my bloodstream becomes part of me.
If I quack like a pig and break wind like a cow
I need not fail to wonder since they are my chow.
My hot wings have no feathers so how can I flee
The zoo which is my body? And do my cells know?

I am that which I think. I cannot deny that.
Every thought that I’m thinking connects to others
Of the same kind. Together they color my mood.
So it is best that I consume good mental food
So my life may be livable as it occurs.
Consciously I must keep my mood from falling flat.

Many decades of pent up negativity
Is the result of carelessness. What I take in
To my body and mind must be wholesome and free
Of all negative karma. What goes into me
Must be free of what kills me or else it is sin
That is rough on the soul when compounded daily.

Before starting a diet it’s best to prepare
Through an intensive purging of body and mind.
One can bypass the junk food the same as bad thought.
Though it takes lots of effort I will grow a lot
In the ways of the spirit as life is designed.
Dieting is the way we become more aware.

The Dream Of Life

...Yet It Seems Almost Real

Awaken from illusion? Which one would that be?
Just as black implies white, self implies the other.
Death brings meaning to life. This is fundamental.
Not a stranger am I in this place where I dwell.
Believing my existence was meant to occur,
Nothing short of a death wish can awaken me.

People are going crazy as far as I see
Or perhaps it’s been ongoing since time began.
We were all meant to be here. If this isn’t true
Then we might as well give up. The grand party zoo
Is far off the deep end and akin to the klan.
Colors true are most vibrant when one is dream free.

Nine eleven was done by the Arabs, so we
Came together as one nation, yet what happened
On the sixth of the first month is nothing to fear.
Perpetrated by white men, it’s perfectly clear
That one chunk of the nation cannot comprehend
What it means to be human most regrettably.

If I dreamed many lifetimes, each of many years,
And I could author all of them as I desire,
I would want for surprise after so many nights.
I would ask for a gamble so sometimes life bites.
God comes into each person that growth may transpire.
If that presence is ignored I nurture my fears.

There Is No Insecurity

Well Worth Repetition

If God so clothed the ladybugs why should I fear
That I might become needy in ways that demean
Self-respect and life purpose? My faith tank is low.
Since Jesus is the boss’s son, shouldn’t I know
He’s also my big brother? Does that sound obscene?
Only that which is positive do I adhere.

He would not have been put to death in India,
Where the people believe we’re all God in disguise.
They would just have accepted him as a wise one.
But the task put upon him would not have been done
Were he not among wilder folk and much less wise
And with perverse attachments to harsh Roman law.

Today knowledge is plentiful as it has been
Throughout all human history. Teachings abound
For the self’s true awakening. Why do I wait?
Is it fear that my ego will not feel so great
Since it’s only a concept and nothing profound?
The chance to think of acting will come once again.

Transformation of myself into unattached
Selflessness is impossible. That is because
I have selfish reasons for wanting to do so.
In the death of the fake self the true one will grow
In accordance with all the spiritual laws.
In a nest of security my soul is hatched.

What Shall I Do?

Suspenseful Purpose

The Suspension of Matter in relative space
Is the quaint cosmic setting in which all exists.
Microphysics and those of unspeakable size
Bend the best minds of science. Must I realize
That all that I’m a part of not only consists
Of all that I can sense in my humblest embrace?

I know not what to do and need guidance always.
Thankfully it’s available to everyone.
Love the earth, sun, and animals. Despise riches.
Give alms to everyone who asks. Treat that which is
With respect and tread gently. Do have lots of fun.
To the dense and the loony, give them their just praise.

All your income and labor, devote to others.
Do hate tyrants and argue not concerning God.
Have patience and indulgence with other people.
Take your hat off to nothing, and don’t take the bull.
Go freely with the powerful, stupid, and odd…
And the mothers of families as life occurs.

Re-Examine all you’ve been taught at any school…
Or the church or from any book. That which insults
Your own soul, do dismiss it. Your flesh can’t but be
Poetry in its full richness of fluency.
Silent lines of the lips and face, living exalts.
The whole body becomes then a most gracious tool.

Getting Better All The Time

Can't Get No Worse

I’ll catch life by the corner. By pulling away
The dim layer of perception, I’m given new sight
Of the same world yet different, and hugely so.
If this is just a lucky streak I’d like to know
Directly from Divinity… Am I alright?
Am I worthy of having a wonderful day?

When to me something good happens, upward I’ll look
For things resembling big shoes. Some lack of control
Is what I feel. The tiger I’ve grabbed by the tail
May simply be so much that I cannot prevail
On my path of alignment, which is not my goal.
To my God I am read like a bestselling book.

If it gets even better, what then will I do?
If I ask for mere millions and get way much more,
Should I melt in humility? God would say, “No!”
I deserve and can handle abundance and flow

Of all goods, resources, and wellbeing in store.
I must know that I’m truly worthy in God’s view.

There is always a clear path of least resistance.
The Divine is right on it and leads me along
With encouraging nudges of inspiration.
We were put here to journey and have as much fun
As this world can provide us. How can this be wrong?
All I need do is chill and enjoy the expanse.

God’s Image

Beatific Essence

The nature of God’s Image nature cannot know.
There’s no viable context this world can provide
To show meaning and substance to be understood.
I see only the image of our humanhood
At abject disadvantage. The mind is denied
The omniscient knowing because it’s too slow.

I see life as conundra and death as release
From the lack of the image. To play along then
In the depth of confusion with those who are here
Is the ultimate circumstance to deal with fear
Of the unknown in living. I’m stuck once again
On its purpose, the knowing of which may bring peace.

So consumed with an image derived out of need
For complete understanding, do I stand alone?
Or are there many others who want to know more
Than what is being shown and why life is a chore?
Others may have their questions, but I have my own
And may not find the answers. Yet still I’ll proceed.

I would think that God’s Image reflected in me
Is one of sheer astonishment by what’s been made
To perceive its own selfhood and seek with delight
Every clue made available in the finite.
I’ll consider this one a most noble crusade
For the infinite wisdom that may set me free.