Tag Archive | God

Cash Flow

The Stream Of Abundance

Filthy richness is cleanliness of attitude.
Opulent success stories of others can make
Me aware of my pathetic situation.
It is because of my righteous indignation
Against rich people that causes me such heartache.
Because I feel this way, does it mean that I’m screwed?

I would like a Mercedes or maybe a pair –
One to drive and the other for sleeping with me.
I am here to express my enthusiasm
For the treasures unto me that have not yet come.
Can I rid myself of resentment completely?
If I want to be wealthy, indeed I must care.

I am here to express the significance of
What is coming from where I stand. In other words,
There’s a shifting of energy and emotion.
I can be wealthy just as well as anyone,
So my negative self-talking is for the birds.
True richness is achieved on the basis of love.

It’s a foregone conclusion that I am worthy
And magnificent. I feel appreciation
For this place where I stand now. Each little success
Builds upon those before it. I am nothing less
Than a master of money which translates to fun
The center of my point of attraction is me.

Manifest Anything

All Is Possible With Intent Of Focus

It is all a performance. Upon this world stage,
You were sent to do magic. You are a master
Of creation. No one can tell you otherwise.
It takes nothing much for you to actualize
Anything, and you’ve learned how to do it faster
Than ever through the energy that you engage.

“How do you do it?” one may ask innocently,
Not knowing of vibration. It’s simply an act.
You pretend that the thing that you want is here now.
You imagine what it feels like, then you allow
Divine forces to bring unto you the exact
Circumstances to manifest the thing to be.

You adjust your performance depending upon
What you’re wanting. If it’s more money in the bank,
You pretend that you have way much more than you need
As you feel with intensity. Then with Godspeed,
On your way you will be. Who would you have to thank
For ensuring that your magic is never gone?

Fall asleep knowing that your dream has taken place
And that the divine audience has seen your play.
Let go, and let the provident force bring to you
That which by your resistance is long overdue.
There is nothing wrong in having things go your way.
Get to know the power of supreme divine grace.

The Rock

The Apparently Unmovable

There is only one Rock. You make think there are more,
And there are, but the main Rock is simply called God.
Having to use the ‘he’ word is quite a disgrace
For divinity. The Rock we cannot replace
With a human description. I do find it odd
That inadequate language is what is called for.

The Rock is not a hard place. It is consciousness.
It is perfect for all its ways are of justice.
It is stable and steady yet without substance.
It is provident, and we are given the chance
To exist constantly in a pure state of bliss.
Nothing but love and kindness does this force express.

It is without iniquity since it is not
Of the physical, but faithfulness to the laws
Of existence created it promises us.
Many ways of relating to it we discuss.
We are last to discover what is the First Cause.
We believe that we’re not supposed to know a lot.

There is no Rock but the Rock that we call divine.
Why we must understand it remains also why
We are here in the first place. Through our worshiping
The potential for world peace is always growing.
When you’re next to the hard place, The Rock don’t deny.
It is possible that things will turn out just fine.

From Seed To Tree

The Natural Process

Nature does what it has to in order to do
What it needs to. We are a part of the process
Of its happening. Physical identity
Is the product of its spirituality.
It has only one drive and that is to express
In infinite variety. All know it’s true.

The seed wants to break open. It is not concerned
With becoming a better seed. It has one goal.
It’s to be a seed then not be one anymore.
It knows no other thing that it wants to live for.
It feels within itself that it’s complete and whole.
It relies not on anything it may have learned.

Nature builds the outside of us. That part within
Is of God or universal intelligence.
If we cling to the ego self, we cannot know
Our true spirit, then we are unable to grow
To the next stage in being. Who needs the expense?
Breaking open is the wisest place to begin.

Some refuse to break open. In their defiance
Is the foolish endeavor to stay relevant
In a world that keeps changing. There may need to be
Some kind of revelation to set the soul free
Of its ego component. Just as with a plant,
Change is needed in order to usher expanse.

Scientists Discover God

Divinity In A Tiny Nutshell

Even though God is hard to see with human eyes
There’s a way that divinity offers insights
Into how things of spirit can be realized
Within physical substance. Spirit is disguised
As what can be perceived. Every seeker delights
In discovering secrets. Is this a surprise?

Science is big on theories, especially those
That take us on a journey into nothingness.
Particles known as gravitons are just the things
That have scientists preaching the notion of strings
Of which everything’s made of. How does this address
The nature of existence? What do you suppose?

Strings have only one dimension, that of its length
Which is roughly the width of a group of protons.
They are identical in every kind of way.
When they vibrate, invisible forces at play
Define what is reality. Science responds
In amazement thus giving the theory more strength.

The odd structures most dreamt about offer a clue
To the realm of the unseen simply because they
Are less than three dimensions. Our reality
Is made up of what can’t be perceived. Can this be
Our connection to spirit? That’s for who to say?
God exists in each particle, therefore, in you.

Learn To Swim

You Will Survive The Move

A few words may be said about learning to swim
And the nature of water. The truth to be told
Is that no doctrine saves you from going under.
Everything that you had learned is cast asunder
When abruptly thrown in. If you try to grab hold
Of something then survival is looking quite grim.

The nature of water we must know from the start.
There’s nothing to hang on to. It is transient,
Everchanging and fluid. The whole universe
Is an aqueous substance in which we immerse.
Words, ideas, and concepts will often prevent
A healthy understanding. We then fall apart.

In the waters of modern philosophical
Confusion where God is dead and meaningless are
Metaphysical propositions, we survive
Or we drown, so in keeping consciousness alive,
Intellect is the net that we cast wide and far
To catch fish of reality. It’s logical.

In this universe there is one great energy.
We have given names to it, but none will suffice.
So to swim we must let go and give ourselves to
The enveloping substance of life. When we do
We will find that the sea of life does something nice.
It will make us buoyant and lift us to safety.

Why Is It So Hard?

Questioning The Contingent Difficulty

If I were to say that I’m God in India,
They would say, “But of course. It’s good that you found out.”
But if I said the same thing here, things would go south
Rather quickly. “What heresy comes from your mouth!”
They would shout in resentment. This leaves me no doubt
That it’s hard to express such a strange idea.

“Whatever the hell you may be, you’re certainly
Not the Lord God!”
No one needs that blast in the ear.

The idea, to some, is very dangerous.
Moral standards, they fear, will be superfluous
And diminished if all people do not adhere
To their own rigid religious philosophy.

Dangerous ideas are contained within all
Fundamental religious structures. History
Demonstrates this quite clearly. Who can’t wonder why
It appears we are not God? We can but rely
On our physical senses. Multiplicity
Is our standard perception restricted and small.

What would it be like if you had the chance to see
Everything in its fullness and oneness? Would you
Feel that you were God at least for a little while?
No one need feel that, in this state, one is on trial
And about to be sentenced. The vision is true
And available to all of humanity.

Be You!

You Are Fantastic

I’m created wonderfully and fearfully
In my mother’s womb. That’s why I’m so full of praise
For that which has begotten my inner being.
My belief in myself is righteously freeing.
I adore God within me right now and always.
There’s no one in this whole world who I’d rather be.

I’m to this world a favor. I am needed here
Or else I wouldn’t be here as who I am now.
I can be no one else but me. All others are
Already taken. I don’t have to look too far
For some person I could be. I need but allow
God to mold me into someone who is most dear.

Stop letting the culture define what’s beautiful.
TV and magazine cover images prove
Only that people’s judgements are fickle and vain.
Falling for such social feces causes much pain.
You’ve been made to feel ugly, but please know that you’ve
Been approved by divinity. This is no bull.

You may not like who you are. You have weaknesses,
But don’t beat up on yourself for all you’ve done wrong.
That will only keep you in a difficult place.
Start enjoying the pleasure of God’s loving grace.
Be the self that you are now and it won’t be long
Before you will know nothing but huge successes.

Ask Before Sleeping

Let The Night Fill Your Order

Be angry, but sin not. Commune with your own heart
Upon your bed, and be silent. Yes, blow your top,
But do not let the sun go down on your anger.
Be silent to know yourself and not another.
All the stresses of this day, this night you may drop
So that you are replenished by the new day’s start.

In a way that no one knows, all will come to pass.
Everything in the world is created this way.
But people try to know it. Who knows through the night
Who is treading the wine press? As it turns daylight
Hell is still the main issue, is it here to stay?
Sleeping with just the question leads not to impasse.

Don’t intend to be lukewarm. The world spits you out
Like a thick wad of phlegm If you’re being intense
About something… anything, the universe knows
What it is that you’re after amid the shadows.
Go well into the night. Let your dreaming commence
Keep believing in yourself and what you’re about.

The goal is the awakening to who you are
At the core of your being. You’re magnificent
And worthy of wellbeing, abundance and more.
Do your asking at night. This will open the door
To a life of extreme delightful fulfillment.
Everything that you’re after is not very far.

The Dream Of Life

The Brief Circus Of Existence

What if all this reality is but a dream,
And when we die, we wake up? Within illusion,
You can feel yourself not as a stranger on earth
On probation, arrived by a fluke. No! Your birth
Is as fundamental as the moon and the sun.
You’re part of a divinely orchestrated scheme.

Let’s suppose you were able to dream every night
Eighty years’ worth of life, and you had everything
That you wanted. After several nights of this
You would say, “This is great! I’m in a world of bliss.”
To have control over all that is happening
Is a thing most would find and enormous delight.

Let us say now that you decide to have a few
Where you have no control over what’s happening.
You would say, “That was a close call” after each one.
But you want some adventure. So far there’s been none.
Having no control is extremely challenging
But you take it and finally wake up as you.

You are an aperture through which the universe
Is looking and exploring itself in detail.
All of nature is Godlike. Multiplicity
Of the choices you’re offered is how things should be.
We cannot know what’s happening on the grand scale.
Never have we decided to go for the worse.

This Is What You Shall Do

A Virtuous Life

Love the earth and the sun and all the animals.
Despise riches. Give alms to everyone that asks.
Stand up for the stupid and crazy among us.
Keep a positive slant on the things you discuss.
This may be one of the most difficult of tasks
But it may be one of the sanest rationales.

Devote your income and labor to other folk.
Do hate tyrants, and argue not concerning God.
Have patience and indulgence toward the people.
Take your hat off to no known construction of bull
Or to any man. Do not the ego applaud
Or else antagonism it may well provoke.

Go freely with the powerful persons – those who
Are without education… also with the young
And with the mothers of families be at ease.
Through the eyes of the other the wiser one sees
All there is that is missing. Keep quiet your tongue
Lest the thing that you offer be arrogant spew.

Re-examine all that you have been told in school
Or in church or in any book. Gladly dismiss
Whatever insults your own soul. Be the poem
That is of richest fluency as your words stem
From the depths of your soul. Do encounter the bliss
Of a wholesome authentic life and one that’s cool.

The Hidden Dimension

Entering Other Worlds

Is there something in common in every culture
That creates within everyone the need for God?
Anyone who has experienced mystery
Knows that there’s a dimension that we cannot see.
The beauty of a mountain or sunset we laud
As the face of divinity. Yet are we sure?

The realization of wonder is something
That all people experience time and again.
The tremendous power of nature we behold
As a force greater than us that can’t be controlled.
We return to something but we cannot know when.
We are left with tons of clues for deciphering.

Throughout God’s evolution in our consciousness
There have been those of violence and compassion
And protectors of kings and queens and their campaigns.
Personification is still locked in our brains
To the degree that we may not ever be done
With the faces of God we create to excess.

God is a manifestation of energy
And the vehicle for it. Continuing war
Among world principalities over issues
Of our faith and anarchy can only confuse
What we know in our souls to be something much more
Than a situation where we act foolishly.

The Dream Of Life

The Ethereal Freedom In Life

To awake from illusion means to understand
That oneself implies others as death implies life
And as black implies white. All things are but one thing.
Yet diversity makes it all interesting.
Life is brim full of blessings but also some strife.
Your existence is fundamental and preplanned.

Let’s suppose you were able to dream any dream.
In one night you could dream what seems like many years.
You would have all your pleasures and wishes fulfilled
And each morning you would awake totally thrilled
At the prospect of sleeping away all your fears.
This example is intentionally extreme.

So now let’s down the ante. You dream as you wish
But with less control of it so things can happen
That cannot be expected and some quite severe.
Upon awaking from this dream it would be clear
That it was a close call, but to do it again
You may find to be not altogether foolish.

You are dreaming this life and don’t know that you are
And upon death you reawaken into who
You were before you entered this reality
And the ultimate gamble is simply To Be.
You engage the eternal in all that you do.
Thinking life is a dream isn’t all that bizarre.

An Automatic Universe

Perpetual Self-Creation of Being

The ceramic world image has gone through a change.
Now a more automatic model is perceived.
Western science was based on a strict set of laws
That is nature made by God who is the first cause.
Before the eighteenth century people believed
In a universe rigid and not too damned strange.

So the laws of God and nature were much the same
But to think of all natural phenomena
As responding to laws is like making train rails
For all that is seen happening. All the details
Are at best a prediction of the plethora
Of all things that are possibly fit to exclaim.

One does not have to suppose that there is a why
For all that exists. One can make predictions
Without the God hypothesis. With but the law
Does science now adhere to. Conclusions they draw
From observed regularities are just the ones
That improve their predictive skills and clarify.

Studying the behavior of the past with care
One makes better predictions, and that’s all they are.
Regularities rampant capable of flaw
Is a closer definition of the law.
Logic dictates that in this way we have come far.
One goal as a race is to become more aware.

Reason And Passion

Table Games

My soul is oftentimes a grotesque battlefield
Upon which judgment and reason wage bitter war
Against passion and appetite. Is there someone
Who could be the peacemaker to get the work done
That my discord and rivalry I’ll exchange for
Melody amid oneness wherein I am healed?

But how shall you address my most troublesome need
Unless I myself make peace with all elements
That my being consists of? Passion and Reason
Are the sails and the rudder. The voyage begun
Without one or the other must lead to events
Unbecoming a vessel. Who could intercede?

Reason ruling alone is a force confining,
And passion unattended is an open flame
That burns to its own destruction. For this reason
Let my soul exalt reason in praise of passion
For without proper guidance it will cause me shame.
As two guests in my home much do both of them bring.

I then treat them as equal. To elevate one
Is to lose the faith and love from both of the two.
Among hills as I sit in the cool shade of trees
I’ll know God rests in reason. From that place of ease
God also moves in passion. I am the one who,
As a leaf in the forest, has only begun.

Being Alone

Joy In Solitude

It’s as if I’ve become famous. Time I must share
With a whole world of others leaves never enough
To where I do my own thing. I love privacy.
Only in such a state can I truly be me.
When I don’t make escape time, I make of life tough.
I consider aloneness holier than prayer.

The phone rings too damned often. Too much I’m on stage
And performing the best version of me I can
But the real me and that me – I get them confused.
Natural instinct dictates that I be excused
From the things never meant to be part of my plan.
Sometimes I avoid others rather than engage.

Often I’ll pull the shades down. While quiet in bed
For a few unmarked hours, I’ll get something back
That I lost in the process of playing a role
That seems much too well fitting. Is that my true goal?
Nothing but good emerges from my keeping track
Of the self that I rather unconsciously shed.

I can get back the juices just being away
From the presence of others. The best remedy
For a cluttered existence is to be alone
For a while, at least. Then you’re truly on your own
And responsible for who your best self should be,
And such graceful fulfillment you cannot betray.

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.