A poem by Donny Lee Duke
We’re witnessing consciousness. We are. We see it in terms or a universe. That’s not all there is to it. The field in front of our face, everything we look at is consciousness. It’s fantastically long and deep. It’s the field of God. How many squares can you count on the head of a pin? Everything reminds you of God. It’s not hard to see. Look at God out there look at every single thing. The wrapper has you confused. You’re hearin’ a story told to you by God. You’re hearin’ it loud and clear. You just get lost in the storyline. Wow, I am Peter Parker. That’s just a character name you wore. You bear down on your defenses. You put your dukes up. That’s not who I am. I’m me. Okay put on another life. You’re just stubborn. You can’t get over there’s evil. You’re trippin’ up over its gotcha. We roll the dice. Wham! How badly that hurt. Okay we have all these worlds arranged, a multi-leveled universe, and there's many universes —not meanin’ many yous—, and even beyond universes. Now where do we put you? In the middle of the storybook. It gets better quicker. It gets much better towards the end. Can you see you’re stretched out over time? So many forms you put on as you grow bigger. You gotta start as a tadpole you know. Each world, each evolutionary stage, pits you against God until you with your evolutionary self know that you are He. Why the struggle? Nothingness has been breached. It’s existence in. Nothingness puts its stamp on everything until a universe has been made whole. Cosmic plan kids. And there you have evil, where a universe is brought out of nothing. The clash of forces begets it. It’s just a temporary stage if you’re lookin’ at the whole plan. Alright people, got it? I don’t think you understand. The walls of the world are too red, And your lover’s face is too sweet, And your children’s lives just so full of need. What do you do? There’s God. It straightens everything up, you know? Gives you reason to live, right relation with everybody, and puts intimacy of God in your hands. Amazing grace.