the lazy king
loses his kingdom
as the chaotic usurper
alerts naked to shame
with the unsaid word,
“i will tell you light from dark.”

the infinite become(s) mortal.

over and again order is flooded
with death b/c pride won’t sleep.
wrath crouches
and awaits the touch of minor suffering,
it is a signal of offense
and offense calls for retribution,
now you ****.

you say you’ve done no wrong.
you express honesty
and fairness.
you have your own scales
and the eyes to match.

abate yourself,
your cup runneth over.
it poisons the dirt.

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the infinite became mortal
to make the mortal infinite.

the cosmic mountain is on arrival;
in Eden, we forgive.

youth, the persuader
using flesh.

torrid light-sparks
burn the floated eye,
the temptation glowing outer.
it is service glowing to those who
have the eye to see.

this is it: explore like a child,
surrender into humility
your grand, effusive self-sermon.
the story is written on empty paper
and you are not the hand.

be what you are, love yourself as led.

if GOD is absent
there is nothing to find.

this is that: pouring coffee into
a cup w/o any space to fill
and coming to realize that there
is no cup and no coffee and no ***
and no you at all.
you were never a thought, never a spoken word.
you have no parents and they have no parents.
there is no sun
or deep space unknown.
w/o GOD there is nothing and nothing cannot know itself.

i am the grass-lit
deer in the morning
eating
and eating.

I am man
burning myself on a grand plot,
very lost on a lawnmower.
there is dinner at breakfast,
lunch at bed.
I tell the world to bend and become
and I am the one that ends up twisted.

i am the deer;
not seeking, i see.

i drink my coffee w/cocoa and turmeric
and drive a big car to church service.
passing the drug mart
i see a homeless man
and do nothing.

always the dancer, we seek
among the turtle-reeds
for the one and true immutable path.
here is peace in the copper;
a cursive emanation of calming action,
of a love like serving tea
or making bread; a love that gives itself away.

remember yourself not as judge, but as an awe-struck lover of now
curious for the magic of all the movement, patient
and kind, freely giving what you get.

focus drips over
a too fast heart rate
as i live
with too many layers on;
i am not barefoot,
i am hardly breathing.

where, where, where/within, within, within.
i shine an “oh-my”
on my lovely wife
and she goes to GOD and prays for me,
we love each other, she prays for our child.

i am too old to be selfish.
not a moon, not far away.
i am here
sight-grace burning the veil of the roles i cherish.

i am the world, i do not need it.
i have been given the greatest gift.