God's thoughts are claimed unthinkable
correctly by a man, but there is a way
a man
may,
however,
imagine he can. Amen. Amen?
Higher than the earth,
above all we can think or ask,
God's thoughts are said to be,
yond all a man can imagine.
Yet I do, imagine God thinks, if anything, at all.
In my thought, a child emerges in the midst,
thinking round and round,
up and down, this way and that
what if
some how, we think, this child in me,
and I , we think
Off the tight line from here to there,
God's thoughts must be
every where
we can think,
tighter
up and down and all around,
through solid ground and
non-empty space.
Minds are bubbles, let us say,
God's thought are not up above us
exceeding both our reach and grasp.
but nearer, being here, in the bubble
where we live, and move, and have our
being.
Seeing the never hidden
is not revelation,
it is ignorance, ceasing.
Peace,
be with us, everyone.
Time shall tell if this fixed that.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
God's thoughts are claimed unthinkable
correctly by a man, but there is a way
a man
may,
however,
imagine he can. Amen. Amen?
Higher than the earth,
above all we can think or ask,
God's thoughts are said to be,
yond all a man can imagine.
Yet I do, imagine God thinks, if anything, at all.
In my thought, a child emerges in the midst,
thinking round and round,
up and down, this way and that
what if
some how, we think, this child in me,
and I , we think
Off the tight line from here to there,
God's thoughts must be
every where
we can think,
tighter
up and down and all around,
through solid ground and
non-empty space.
Minds are bubbles, let us say,
God's thought are not up above us
exceeding both our reach and grasp.
but nearer, being here, in the bubble
where we live, and move, and have our
being.
Seeing the never hidden
is not revelation,
it is ignorance, ceasing.
Peace,
be with us, everyone.
Time shall tell if this fixed that.
Ignoring innocence, I sense signals seeming meaningful minding my manner of thinking. It keeps me from shouting at fools who ignore the music and deny the harmony we bring to every discordant resonance. I edit this to be the first of my 2018 holiday amuse meants intending to instill joy to the world. That's the big idea.
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