The first one wrote the second's tune,
it built this place, it picked the room.

The second knelt, all faith and flame,
and whispered back the first one's name.

The third just laughed, unlaced its tie,
walked past them both, did not say why,

unlocked the door and left it wide.

The whirling worlds His Potter's Wheel
What Darwin sought His fiery kiln
To forge a Man So strong and smart
He takes the nest of stars by storm!

God shapes His clay. Behold a sponge!
He shapes some more. He has a fish
That dances in the waters deep
And Jesus laughs and claps His hands!
As yet they do not know.

God shapes His clay a  little more
Soon a creature stands before
Him on its little legs.
The creature walks but yet still swims!
God calls: His creatures walk on land!
But still they do not know.

God shapes His clay a little more
Soon dancing Dragons, Birds and Bears.
And Jesus dances on and on
But still they do not know.

Then finally, the Dawn of Man
The clay Lump wakes and knows!

A zillion mothers nourish young
a zillion fathers fight and mate

A Zillion years of fear and joy
A zillion years of pain and love
A billion years of work and stress
Of starving times and spilling blood.

All of this the price God paid
To make a Man of Mud.

The letters are so beautiful
My soul longs to grab them, but oh so unreachable
Right by my side, running to me, but still farther to hold
Like birds with colourful wings, plenty of treasures underneath
Flying to my shoulders and then to the sky ahead
Pulling and pushing between us lovers
Such a difficult experience filled with a heavenly or hellish thrill
At cradling these things

Innocent naked vision,
Cradled in my shadow's fold;
Sheltered from this burning world,
A fragile spark, a sacred soul

You are mine, sweet thing
Mine for now, in dream and prayer
But soon enough the day will come
When reality rips you from my care

And what waits for you, out there?
Salted earth and rivers of fire?
Gentle lips with teeth beneath?
Cruelty dressed in kind attire?

I am complicit, yet I swear:
I never meant to curse you so
Child unborn, it's just not fair,
I cry every night; I hope you know

See, God's mistake was birthing Adam,
Cursing him with endless fear;
Clothing him in skin and sorrow:
But never ever, not for you, my dear

No. You are mine forever, always
And not for this cruel world to find;
I won't let its evil hurt you
You are safer in my mind

Before seeds went into the ground, they harvested wheat.
Before there was an ocean, they strung pearls.
While the great meeting was going on about bringing human beings into existence, they stood up to their chins in wisdom water.
When some of the angels opposed creation, the Sufi sheiks laughed and clapped among themselves.
Before materiality, they knew what it was liked to be trapped inside matter.
Before there was a night sky, they saw Saturn.
Before wheat grains, they tasted bread.
With no mind, they thought.

evolution or
creation or a
possible third choice

GO !  BELOVED MAN ~ go  c r e a t e

         YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
        we all float flying together confidently
but now you must   L  E  A  V E, descend

our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember
this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
and LETTING go, sign of
                GRACEFUL DIVINE INSTRUCTION

I birth your progeny, birthing  ALL WORLDS
    this teen your son says : “BE not afraid”
               he becomes angry
as you lounge hesitant, question or plead
he is impatient to elevate what you will manifest
   but wait he must ~ ONLY I control TIME

                           I   s  t  r e  t  c  h  Y O U,  SON
I   O P E N  S K Y  in the eternal Now
     immersing myself in my creations
then letting them GO
           this   is    NO  FALL call it  ART ~ MY COMMAND FOR YOU IS  RISE then  F ~ L~ Y                                    
                  You are my CHOSEN
EYES to eyes
             THE TIME IS NOW
              recline no more in cloud beauty
endurance is your hallmark

ferocity tangos with LOVE
I will not forsake you  
you will soar on my winds
they will carry your shapely limbs
ready groin will create at my bidding
your elegant strong fingers will caress

Question not MY IMAGE                          
man of man, woman of woman
   curved ears hear, wide nostrils breathe life
Heart pumping into infinity
food will flow from hair to toe tip
ACT and RELAX, written into ****** constitution

Forever MICHELANGELO, Sculptor
   humble Genius I saLute you, My own Creation
                            Son of Marbled Art
                                           Yours sincerely, GOD

To create or to consume, that is the question
To cook or to gorge, needs answering
When a leaf flutters down from a tree
Dead, worn and bereft of life
The earth greets it with little mercy
And proceeds to devour it utterly
But ask the tree what she poured into that leaf
And she answers calmly, all the life that came before me
Our duty is to be, but our desire is to set free
What lives within us, from others already freed
From the mortal yoke
It takes a poke, a nudge and sometimes a push
For it comes not easy, not easily shook
But once you breathe the air of creation
You will never again question
Whether to eat or create
You draw upon the joys and pain of the billions before you
And you exhale into being, a beautiful bloom