Look at God.
Some of us are too busy to look up.
I wanted to say that God is silent,too invisible for us,
too round about the chain.
I don’t know how to reconcile God
with the need at this moment,
and would if I need community,
a flesh and blood moment?
Do the mountains care?

How do I find God in the hours
the substantiality of a reality in front of me
I can hold, touch, and feel?
Give up my attachments and longings
so I can meet naked God,
where does this happen on earth?
I can’t find him
in the rowboat I’m in.

I hear a voice
explaining to me things.
Visions give me knowledge.
I have the substantiality of this playing card.
It keeps me company more than men.
Sometimes I glimpse God through the rafters.
I capture for him my eyes seeing things.
Doubt has been removed
he is there.
I’m not playin’ silly putty,
but where does this cross the line into flesh?
Where does this reality bear down on me
God is there the world is not,
the face of the world wears God?

Where do I find this?
It’s not make believe.
It’s the reality I seek.
My wife has told me of enlightenment
where God becomes real in the world,
but when I was there all I saw was emptiness
and an illusionary world,
just like the Buddha said.
I was flabbergasted
entering ego again.
I could not deal with the illusion.
God was no reality there.

How do I reconcile this with time?
Have I arrived at God now,
so that enlightenment would bring me God?
Knowledge speaking inside me says yes,
but let’s put enlightenment as a criteria to meet God,
and we’ve put impossibility into our mule,
the rarest thing on earth.
A person who’s been there can say that.
This is beyond the world.
Three times I’ve stepped past the threshold.
I didn’t comfortable.
What’s going on?

Maybe this
put God on my table,
and now I’m waiting on the full picture.
I can’t get past this moment
of being uncomfortable
with all these feelin’s
of being terribled by life,
the pain of this moment,
the vulnerability,
in every face I see.
The human condition assails me.

I am grasping world pain,
and I do not like it there.
So enlightenment
is so far away,
God the distant grandstand.
I don’t care if you believe me or not,
I have a gift:
the world,
and there it is your identity.
It cannot be thrown away,
but are bigger steps God?

Hey world,
my very self,
we’re there.
If you stop hittin’ me maybe I can see it.
This chapter about
anybody home?
Take off your shoes.
Put ‘em in the corner.
Can’t see why you won’t look at me.
Well I’m putting back
it’s not so bad right now.
Conversion clinic,
conversion 13,
you doin’
a lot of things that hurt,
and I am wonderin’ what’s next.
There’s more
wallop me upside the head?

There’s a car dealer.
To thee I was a flyin’.
Now that I came back from,
I strongly suspect you’re arms God.
Who knows complainin’,
my goodness,
might rob me of a strong sword.
Now how do I greet the day
pain in my tennis shoes?
Greet the world with a poem.
Can you believe that God?

Have to do
my flip-flops.
I’m gonna take ‘em off.
So much easier than tied shoes
goin’ indoors to the common room.
Do you understand that ditty?
Buddy,
when you had to take your shoes off in community,
I’m one step ahead of you.
Mount Everest just came by.

I saw the guy did you?
We’ve been to the marketplace.
We’ve been to the moon.
Where will we go next?
In your living room
my sweet, wonderful world,
in your driving car.

Sophisticated,
you have to let it go.
He doesn’t believe in it.
Voices wrote this poem and voices end it,
good voice,
so honey
with this guy’s sweat and blood.
It’s a poetry
to help light the fire
of inner revolution.
Inner witness,
I remember you.
Hear that reader?

Juice on the table
from hot water,
we’re gonna sell it
to even the children.
Chris says I earned it everything,
everything
buddy there
reading my poetry.
He gives it all away,
amazing
volumes of poetry.
Gonna look back on
and see the price he paid
For All Mankind.
In this episode
he just walked through the spacecraft.
What sees you?
Tell me your story.