You know what it’s like to be alone with god?
(An infinite rustle of ideas
Silenced in this steady heart.)
Here my shoes fall freely
god knows I’m hungry for primitive answers; you see I relate to
life’s barefoot minimum while maintaining a full set of
godly lotus lashes, who’s petals fall like thin paper trails
where I rest my mind as I savor earths crooning tempo
At night with you god the fires burn like morning coals
Just enough to start the coffee, Just enough to wash my face
Just enough to sip away night trails made of lust from another existence.
genuflection in prayer is my choice because this position lends me a humbleness that makes clear my own yearnings, my desires are purified into understanding that I can never stop this flow of desire.
I pray with connective tissue smells of jasmine and myrrh and pinpoint the dust bowls of fury hiding north of my shoulder blades.
I am soothed by the contrast, where I bow my head and make my own pearls of wisdom to follow, you hummm to my knowing, you dance to my foibles like prince did in purple rain. You never ask for love,
I Just feel like love.
don’t you think god that this fermenting human existence is innocent after all?
after the fall
(after birth love’s forgotten all knowing)
for it is in birth
I am blinded by my mothers cooing call
and now, that’s all.
It really does not matter why I forgot
I remember now
All of this ‘knowing’ triggered by my failings
Triggered by the lack of ‘others’ to fill me up
Triggered by the desperation to know who I really am
because of my … failings
I look above and our likeness is astounding,
I may faint in the truth of it ALL…
I am flush to the bone
Landing in the crucifix position
Against the wall of Desdemona’s illusions I lift the veil
I open up to your call
You said, “and greater works shall ye do than me”
You said, “be still and know that I am god”.
“The seed does not fall far from the tree,” you said
The busy bees came through imagined murderous pesticides
That was my life (imagined) and their words hummed me towards my alignment
“accept your magnificence” they buzzed
then god said:
”change your focus and let your failings
fall like tears (did you say duckwater god?)
…magnify the joy”
And you will see
I (In You)
I created this poem from this image of mine.
This is my Thanksgiving.
I will revel in my goodness, as it makes it so much easier to see yours.