Come Home 2

My, how you've grown!

You know your body,

the circuit of the stars,

how Nature builds Life,

how to deal with strife,

and challenge, and Life.

And yet, you fear

the very things

that carry you

one step beyond:

Compassion,

Union,

Collaboration,

Love.

Your futile attempts

are but memory bytes,

and your co-dependence on ego

pulls you back into the dream.

Separateness is a deception.

Though variant Life

is entertaining,

there is only One.

Would that Anu

could return,

or Ea or Danu,

or Jehoshua,

to carry you over

the threshold...

Home.

Night Thief

Three beeps

from the fire alarm

at 2:30 a.m.

leaving me to wonder.

Three beeps -

"Who is it?"

Just an incoming storm

and thunder.

Three beeps

to warn me of what?

All it did was plunder…

my dream.

Day 29

Apple Blossom

Shed the parkas for

a celebration of Spring,

Apple Blossom Bloom!

Dont Judge

Did I promise

to change the world?

Was I damaged at birth

so I could not function fully?

Could I have disciplined more?

Did perfection of a life past

get lost in the carnal urges

of this life?

In a dream,

my teacher was not pleased.

But I am not here to please him.

I am here to be here.

I am here for you.

I am here,

I AM.

Staging Life

Words, not mine,

words for visions heard

and songs seen

in the divine pool of

all possibilities.

Stand offstage

and the drama continues,

the players wrought

with sweat and glumdrops

and dreamsicles of whatever.

Enter stage left and suffer,

Leave stage right and wonder

what possibilities could have been.

But if not in one is realized,

another grabs the script

and fulfills the purpose.

Either way, you might say,

is Life's Plan accomplished.

Nothing is lost.

All is fulfilled.

No regrets.

Sky Tears

All is gray, and

cocooned by water-soaked clouds

the sky tears descend,

and I, like in

a drumming circle,

am massaged by

the random beats

upon the tin.

Does anything still exist

beyond the gray?

Only I,

as the sky's tears

beat rhythms

white noise

lulling me to center,

plunging deeply

urged by the

visceral chanting

of the sky's tears

upon the crown,

pass through

the tearing eye,

Home.

Home

Down,

Deep Down

Sinking,

Like a pearl in

A carafe of Dawn,

Sounds above fading,

Silence below cascading,

then up is not down,

and where is not here,

and never alone

I AM.

Free

Imprisoned by

isms, ologies and phobias,

jostled by opinions and maybes,

Truth is ignored

and Life is missed.

Jesus came not

to empty carcels,

but to set free

who are imprisoned by

isms, ologies and phobias,

to set you free to experience

the miracle called Life,

and to embrace

the simple Truth

that is

so many stories,

yet is only One Life.

Selah.

Earth Day

Brother Wind

is Mother's Breath

upon the skin of Gaia.

Brother Sun is

Father's warm embrace.

Sister Moon gives light to dreams

and softens dark nights.

Mother Earth births being,

God's miracles,

Dad's Life.

agd

Clouds

In silence they glide,

grey, white, dark, light,

         swirled, feathered, puffed…

Blue accessorized.

HAPPY EARTH DAY!

agd

Words

Daily words

Across and down,

food for minds,

I scurry around

to solve the clues.

One a day

like poems and rhymes,

deepens the engrams

and passes the time

with a morning brew.

Words galore,

Endless chore,

Read some more.

Selah.

45,1

A fun challenge - I won!

A party of convenience -

They believe me!

It takes only 140

to be taken in

by startling comments

and stunning denouncements.

A chuckle here,

a gasp there.

How easily they're fooled.

I'm doing nothing illegal, right?

But for how long?

Charades are just a game,

and then it ends.

But I still ask: How?

And I still ask: Why?

Hearken:

A snicker, a snort,

and a tear.

Ah well -

That chocolate almond mousse

looks good.

Just Tuesday

The greens of Spring,

cool morning breeze,

birds sing.

The sky sighs,

cloudless and blue,

butters-flies.

Quiet scenes,

a horse neighs far,

bumblebeens.

agd

Undying

Deep in the myth of Time

Burns the non-fire of Love

Within the mind of the Divine

Burns the fire of Being.

When the world burns out,

from the ashes a new world rises,

so Brahma can create anew,

and Vishnu can play again.

Even gods have purpose.

agd - Day 17

He Is Risen

In voices of harmony

and grand aplomb,

in the midst of lilies

and water and flame,

this day, the Anointed One,

the Christ rises once again

to shepherd us to Life.

agd

Purpose

I once believed Church

and Temple and Mosque

existed to preserve and teach

the heart of God

revealed in Word and Ritual.

And now I know

its reason for being has evolved

to preserve its institution

at all costs.

It saves its own …

It serves its own … to exist.

Not the fault of Buddha,

Jesus or Muhammad,

enlightened splendours.

The fault is with dimly lit

followers falling short of splendor,

mistaking the Messenger

and the message as the goal.

DO what they say,

PRACTICE the message.

SUCH is their purpose for being.

So what is the purpose of God,

of the Universe, of Being?

It exists not in the fabrication

of word or ritual --

God plays no favorites.

God's purpose is singular ---

It is ---- Life --- nothing less.

Existence is Being's purpose,

Creation is Universe's purpose,

Life is God's purpose.

WE are God's purpose --- nothing less.

Selah.

Trumped

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Bomb the hell out of them!

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Kill the arts funding,

give it to war!

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Close the gates, build the wall,

open the mines, close your minds.

It's OK -- I'm in charge… right?

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Stop whining, we are the greatest!

We're going to win,

"they" are losers!

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Economics runs the country

and I know business, right?

Let's make a deal!

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

Trump, trump, trump, trump,

I love America!

Right, kids?

Reminded

Bytes of tragedy

once done,

heard anew.

A day shattered,

dreams scattered

to the phantom grays

of maybe not.

Sounding the memory

revives the senses,

and the vision

of pastel horror

only helps to loose

a cataract of tears.

Such things hue

a whole life,

can stifle a hope,

or mold a

compassionate heart.

I'm still hungry.

agd - Remembering the tragedy at Virginia Tech

Spindle-whorls

My eyes fill with tears,

my heart cries, too,

when, polluted with lies,

men's minds fill with fears.

The Spindle-whorl,

of ages past a sign

of success and good fortune

by such as Artemis,

Buddha, Aztec and Hopi

and more,

turned evil by

an insane man's designs,

and now is as valued as

a pile of shit

in the eyes of the world.

Go figure.

The Door and the Key

"Knock, and the door will be opened." Matt 7:7; Luke 11:9

"The Kingdom of God is within you." Luke 17:21

Wisdom and truth are universal.

What Am I?

It's a good day,

just hangin' around until

those air-borne beasts arrive.

I can't move, can't defend,

but then, why should I?

So I just let them peck

and pick out my guts.

It keeps them alive.

It's great when I'm full,

when empty I am alone.

But I will survive

and continue to serve

if you seed my insides.

agd

Your Life

So many varied combinations

of atoms and molecules,

particles and waves,

this world of matter,

in solids, gasses, liquids,

infinitely-waved hues

and songs of love.

You, in your fiery robes,

fueling everything.

Your flaming breath

warming everything.

Your unseen fire

animating everything,

a molten curtain

hidden behind the curtain

of everything ablaze

reveals the stage

where we act out Your drama,

where we live Your Life.

Selah