I would rather be addicted to a loving YOU
than to an inanimate IT any day.
But sometimes IT is forever, while
all of my YOUS are fading away;
like when I sleep. That seems deep to me;
maybe that IT is the YOU
with whom I should stay and
to which I should pray;
after all, the other ITS and YOUS
are just play time.
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It seems ever more increasingly important for me
to return to the natural rhythm, to the natural blend
where I can say AMEN to every one, to every moment;
THAT ‘it’ seems unconditional;
that experience seems natural and (w)holy;
that moment seems FIAT, a Let-It-Be for me;
no longer hard UP; no longer tempted
by some other moment. No!
THAT moment has become JUST, RIGHT and
okay for me, where alone for me is
just what the doctor ordered to help me
to accept IT in all its complex demands
and realities and FACETS. Yes,
then my journey becomes the DIAMOND that it can be.
But, how do I create that consciousness
which is TRUE to ALL the fac(e)ts of LIFE, including DEATH?
I CANNOT!
I DO NOT!
Because there, in that moment,
in that consciousness, IT truly IS;
there, IT reveals “IT” self to me (to us);
there, is the G-od, where, when we accept
it unconditionally,
we are (w)holy. Yes,
that special IT is free and just and right for all of creation
and YOU and I are a central part. There….
Yes, there…. IT is ‘I AM’ and ‘WHO AM’ (YOU).
IT is YOU and I and YOU are G-od Go-d,
Goody! Goody!
For us all.
But, that IT is not always calm, easy going, smooth etc.
as the wind blows where it will, as the sea and
as the Spirit of life is natural-ly cyclical,
where cold changes to hot
and clear to cloudy
and calm to stormy. Yes,
G-ody Go-dy is only (w)holy when
all of those facets are accepted in fiat
and I am alone with You
moment after moment,
time after time,
cycle after cycle:
cold, caliente,
clear, cloudy,
calm, colicky.
2018.0705.0710 ©
The idea of getting dirty
is tantamount to the idea of being free.
Like sin and the dark and suffering and death,
dirty balances the equation of the process,
of the journey that we travel,
every change of the cycle that comes
in the choices we make dialectically.
But first, we must stop;
stop the idea of the clean and the dirty;
stop the free versus the indentured,
stop the dark versus the light;
the sick versus the healthy;
the broken versus the (w)holy
and BLEND THEM!
YOU must blend them for me
because IT is One alone;
IT is ONE ALONE and
shared moments are an illusion meant for
holy communion and families and nature.
2018.0704.1114
I am sorry,
I cannot sleep
when the light is shining,
unless it is by the Holy Spirit blessed,
because my soul is calling
from the dark and the misery
which seems forever pressed upon it and
within which it is so enticingly dressed.
What a mess, sometimes;
so much so that I forget
it must be confessed as illusion
for me to reach out
from the depths of its prison walls.
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I am the one that has to give up;
give up trying to keep the sense alive;
the sense that each of us holds in the silence
where we plan and we plot and we contrive that
for more than a moment which we cannot hold onto
I am destined to persist and to survive.
But how can I accomplish anything that way?
It is the miracle of the ages.
IT is the surprise!
2018.0702.0704
The idea that one can keep the world
in the Dark about anything is ludicrous;
a sport intended as jest; staged play
better for an audience to enjoy,
rather than a subject dimly guessed
or hard pressed to discover.
Light is always shining and will conquer
all purposes when each secret intention
is blessed for all to see. Yes,
keep it close, alone is best,
but to the Light keep it confessed.
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