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.
When you meet people, it’s said to have a book confession. Don’t you like camera? There goes my hand in. Unlimited her tools, creation mother. I am really serious about my tea. I don’t pick up girls at happy bars. I’m bigger than that. No I live and learn. I too must lift the curtain of worn-mind. I can’t go overboard. I have to go to somewhere. I can’t get there too quickly.
We challenge each other, and you hear that basket in my house: my gravities have to be steady. I can’t pull the plug on reaction until I’m right where I need to see it. I’m pretty much a whole too. I see my desires. I’m not habituating them, and the sex chakra says no. Hang on, to the orgasm out the top of the head I am loyalty tower. I guess that’s way I rise behind this consciousness and enter the Silence again.
Astronaut, I am that astronaut torn the curtain between Nursemind and Supermind. Okay, if I get mad at you for up us in Elvis, I should just poet you shut up. Is Goofy’s rig not bad for sellin’? I’m at the end of my ferter of dynamite. You are all young. It’s a bit of closed up there. Can’t touch the Gods.
It’s not me didn’t see. That’s some awesome shit. I’m half-grown. Did you bring it one possible? Here it goes. Been there done that, I need you to do that, then study me some. Boy do I look different. Comin’ here’s comin’ here; I tried comin’ here for basketball, and it left me singin’ monster. I think you should just go inside.
He’s finished with the pencil, he’s ready for the expense. The world is not there with any street signs on it, how about that? Horse please, you can’t see the world as a substantial form. It’s a bare outline. You’ve lost the world right in front of you. It kinda gets me in my brother, and everything’s silent don’t you see you’re in the background noise?
Oh God it’s principle arrangement. There’s nothing in your pockets. You’re not tryin’ to get anything. There’s no motivation on your own. The world is just there, and your oyster’s not in it. You’re stunned. You’re taller than mankind. You’re deep in the Silence, and you come upon God ways.
We’re almost there. Just shimmy up that tree and stop field mouse. I’m breathin’ hard, but I’m right there at the gun a pageantry. Don’t throw me away. I know the business, and I put two and two together. My little boy’s the land rover that principles enlightenment. He’s got the starry list, and I’m in my union circle. Is no ants get to bar. He gets held and catered to, healed, and I reach the 5th dimension. I’m a bullpen for he comes home tomorra. I’m in the Silence come home. Enlightenment is it, a shoulder's worth.
