Shut it off!

 

Shut it off…

Shut it out!

The chaos burns

like acidic tears

upon my cheeks.

 

Shut it off!

But no – I can’t

I need to know

to see

so I can pray

and say

as much as I can

to soothe the burn.

 

Chaos is ramping up

like a runaway train

or pilotless plane.

But don’t give up the good.

We’ve already seen it

played in dramas, books and song

foretelling the end

of this great civilization

despite the voices of prophets

despite the warnings of seers

despite the efforts of peacemakers

chaos still affronts

all continents

all countries

all tribes

all neighborhoods

all families

all lives.

 

Can chaos be healed?

(chaos is a natural part of reality,

but how much violence can one stomach?)

How about climate change?

drug trafficking?

human trafficking?

healing mental health?

healing selfish minds?

 

Chaos

like a ball rolling down its lane

it will meet its end

in a violent explosion

scattering the good

generations have built

to honor human ingenuity

injected in us by God

to purpose our reason for being.

 

Men are not created equal ---

Brains filter reality according to

their organic programming,

and souls too often

are slaves to their filters

until they wake up

to the truth ---

you are only senses for God –

myriad combinations of DNA

filtering reality in this

grand hologram of wonder and change.

 

What a world!

What a world!

Prepare your water cannons

of kindness and succor.

The wicked witch

stirs in the shadows.

Why? --- for the drama of it all.

Keep the faith.

 

agd 4.19.2022

Waiting For Dawn

 

Waiting for Dawn

she takes her time

to reveal the glory

of a new day

the blinding light of Glory

     in a New Day

the heart swells with awe

     this New Day

bubbling with Joy

slathered in Hope

dripping with ecstatic Light

    this New Day

if only you have eyes to see

and ears to hear

and a heart to gather

every shard of the butterfly’s

shattered wings.

 

He did it --

He showed us The Way

Just follow –

Just do it ---

Change the channel.

 

agd 4.17.2022 Easter

 

 

Be Still

 Be still and know

I AM

There is no other.

I am One

In the heavens above

(and there are many)

and in every atom and quark of matter

I am you

You are me

Love with all your heart

your neighbor and yourself

for you are my purpose for being.

In the silence of the matrix

the world awaits

the courageous traveler

to extract and share newness of being.

and bring heaven to earth

As above, so below.

agd 4.15.2022

Life Is Art

Life is Art –

 

strokes of paint

scratches of charcoal

knotting of threads

weaving  of words

speaking the mind

singing the heart

sounding the harp

designing the house

cementing the tiles

nailing the boards

planting the garden

arranging the home

sewing the shirt

painting the nails

tatting the body

clothing the form

etc. ---

 

Art is Life.

Day of Psalms

 

It’s a cloudless day.

The road narrows

The gate opens

The crowd roars

 

So many smiles

The fronds fly

 

I’m giggling

 

The mule warms me

in the cool morning air

 

I know what this means

I’ve seen it played out

There’s no turning back

It’s my role in the drama.

I’m fine, really.

 

The joy in their smiles

will turn bitter

and history will not be understood

for generations ---

if ever at all.

 

But it must be done,

I must play my part,

no matter how it’s remembered --- by them ---

It will be enough

to turn heads and challenge hearts

to transform generations of history.

 

So many will say “I believe”

but they still don’t get it.

Innocent blood stains the hands

of the best “believers.”

 

But no matter ---

I must play my part

and keep smiling… for them.

 

Exit – stage left.

It Is Written

 

I can write ---

Oh, I can write…

spending hours

with pencil in hand

catching words

from the sky of my mind

like clouds on a breezy summer’s day,

molding phrases

into lines of meaning,

painting with words

frames of landscapes

remembered and imagined ---

fashioned from memories

observed and remembered

and imagined.

 

Oh, I can write ---

all day if I want to.

But why should I?

Is there such a gap

in the opus of poesy

that the world is lacking

my thoughts?

 

And who is listening?

And if I don’t ---

who is missing it?

Will the Tapestry be anything less?

 

 

Yet anything I do,

and everything you do,

thru the senses ---

adds stitches of form and color

to the Great Tapestry of this Day

God is weaving,

and woofing,

and warping,

and stitching,

and weaving, weaving ---

 

If not me  --- then who?

If not you, then someone else

might grasp that cloud

and manifest what’s necessary

to be read and heard

and added to embellish the Tapestry –

with the forms, the colors

the sounds, the music,

the feelings,

the joys and pains.

 

And in the end

God will mull over it

and think ---

Hmm… not bad.

And like the sand paintings of Tibet

God’s breath obliviates all

and a new Word is spoken

and a new loom is threaded

to become a new Tapestry

of another day in the Life of God.

x

 My friends:

I came across this presentation about Near Death Experiences and Shared Death Experiences and thought some of you might find it interesting. If not, no problem. I have been a proponent of understanding and discussing openly about death as an integral part of life. I have called myself an "End of Life Journeyman" - ready to help people in their end of life transition. I understand this is not a popular subject, and most people don't want to focus on dying and death but rather focus on life and living. Sure. But death is an integral part of life, and we should want to "make friends" with death -- Sister Death, as St. Francis callled it (not a he or she, but a personalized experience). 

This video is an intro to a course being offered - which might or might not be advantageous and informative for you. But the video might spur you on to explore an area of Life you may have been avoiding. Let me know what you think if you watch it.

At one point I was considering facilitating a "Death Cafe" but haven't moved on that. It would be interesting but very complicated, dealing with so many perspectives - famiily, culture, religion, politics - don't know if I have the energy to contend with all the contingencies, but would like to explore it.

I am open to discussing End of Life issues, and welcome your questions. 

allen

Shared Crossing Project

Click here https://vimeo.com/687497487/9654d9f166 

Notes To Orion

10x20 Acrylic

 

Enough?

 

In any moment

Life lives in fullness.

There is no lack of Life

anywhere,

at no time,

all the time.

 

If  You had a Heart

it would be constantly swollen

with Love,

with Ecstatic Love,

an eternal orgasm

of Joy and Pleasure,

of Satisfaction

and Contentment.

 

And you laugh ----

 

Life continues on

and on

til when?

for why?

Is not one instant…

enough?

 

One nanosecond

in your presence

is an eternity of bliss.

 

THAT, is enough.

 

Mahalo

One Life

 

Before my eyes

looked upon this Gaia,

before the cold air

pricked my skin,

before I was evicted

from mother’s safe place…

 

the angel kissed my brow

and locked my memories away

behind a firewall,

that diaphanous veil

we are not privy to peer thru

while traveling this unique journey,

lest we look upon Truth

and understand

and warn the others

to mind their actions

and even their thoughts

and especially their words.

 

I walk and talk

I create and destroy

I sin and praise

I laugh and cry

and am joyfully awed all too often.

I lust and bless…

 

and dream…

 

until that angel

shall kiss my brow once again

and I am called Home

with another cache of memories,

another suitcase to stow away,

grateful for all.

 

And then to be called

once again to another life,

 --- if I so choose ---

to another mission,

another dream,

another kiss…

 

I will to remember.