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The Guru

Master of Enlightenment

If I go to my guru and say, “Oh wise one,
I have so many problems and cannot keep track
Of this life that I’m living. Always I’m depressed.
Misery I feel often because I am stressed.”
Not a thing but a funny look I would get back.

This perhaps may upset me because it’s no fun.

What’s distressing about it is that someone who
Can see right the hell through me can see all the harm
That I caused for so many. Embarrassed I’d be
Having someone looking that deeply into me.
Somehow his look tells me there’s no need for alarm.
I can look at him oddly and mess with him too.

Yet it turns out he’s not looking into my soul.
His expression is one from a broad perspective.
He sees me as the Brahma, the sacred Godhead
And he wonders why I’m being myself instead
Of a spark of divinity irrespective
Of the whaling persona and its major role.

His intent is to kid me back in to knowing
Who I am without all of the baggage I own.
He says, “You must be joking. I know who you are.
I congratulate you on becoming a star.
Though you ego’s performance may be overblown,
The divine within you is more overflowing.”

Are The Dead Still In Heaven?

Beyond Earth's Illusions

Are the dead still in heaven? Or do they return
To this earth or one like it or one alien
To this one altogether? Do they become bored
After eons of blissfully praising our Lord?
Are they crazy enough to go through this again?
Does this place for them generate cause for concern?

I know I’ll go to heaven despite my bad deeds.
One hellish life review I will have to go through
Until I find the pathway to God’s loving light.
Am I here to discover what is wrong from right?
Or am I to be guided in all that I do?
Sometimes I’m caught up in the spiritual weeds.

The nonphysical part of me projected here
In this physical body experiences
That which causes expansion in the here and now
But also through eternity. I can allow
My ongoing becoming. My life commences
When I see death as nothing so dark and austere.

Born again I am each time that I realize
That my life is eternal. I never lose sight
Of the sense of my being me no matter where
Or when I am occurring. This life is a prayer
Of thanksgiving and mercy. I remain contrite
Until this lesser part of me finally dies.