Psalm 16


Hear the right, O Lord of Love, attend unto my cry,
Your humblest of servants, this foolish one who feigns
The voice of the poetry for all humanity
Let my sentence come forth from thy presence:
Give unto my prayer, whose golden prayers
Only ask connection to nature, listening for
Some Universal Order of goodness
Let thine eyes behold the things that are equal
Thou hast proved mine heart; compassion is thy glory!
Thou hast visited me in the night of my deaths
And I am born again in Thee, with Thee, for Thee
I ask not anything for myself, but my natural fate
Not especially kind or fortunate, I do not care
I have called upon thee, for my kind, for the World of Men
That they may feel more often thy marvellous lovingkindness
Not for deity or false community, or Nation-pride
Not for wealth or prosperity, or corrupt commerce of inequality
But for light, for love, for the faith that attends
The cruelest misfortunes of our everyday suffering
Hear the right, O Lord of Love, for we know not
How much time we have left us mortals
Each year brings with it its meal of slow divinity
Whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasures of gratitude
Blessings as full as children, easily compensating for
The heartbreak of our ordinary trials and tribulations.


The ultimate Realist realizes there is nothing factual
We imagine what we believe that we see
Economy is a figment of the human imagination

Time is an abstract concept to explain change 64
The world is a movie of what everything is
Made of the same stuff as neurons, particles, quarks

There is no punishment but the choices we make
With consequences that are self-prophetic
As we conform each to our particular pattern

Of thought-energy, we write our own Supreme Reality
And live it happily, and die when we must –
God, the never-lived, the never-was, in only

The most powerful imaginations
We are all creative spirits, and our destinies
What name shall we give it which hath no name?

The common eternal matter of the mind?
Everything speaks, and everything remains silent
The lesson was taught long ago on other worlds

Where prophets and Gods remain inverted
In the collective history of a million species
There is an ecstasy in subjectivity

All things but come to go, holy forms unmanifest
The secret God-grin remains etched in our subliminal parts
Stare deep into imaginary things, until
You find no personal separation in it.



We were born of Nature, and we die in her grasp
Did I create the sky? In the conception of my mind
I imagine many things like God, eternity – though
I live only to watch another sunrise
I am the living golden eternity
What my eyes touch and where my tears fall
There are not two of us here
Seen and observer, reader and writer
Devotee and non-believer, we are all the same
That-which-is-Everything, well, it carries on
Without the false pressure of mortality
Without hurry for mistakes
Without internal tribulations
Evolution is the future, that is the golden eternity
The Scripture of the Golden Eternity
Is written everywhere, in the oceans and the trees
In the troubled cities full of false rivalry
I am too the golden eternity in animate form
Strictly speaking, we are all worshippers of the sun
For we live only by her warmth and conditions
The truth of our customs will die with this world
Until we travel to other worlds, our perspective remains small
The Empty one. The Ready One, it doesn’t matter
One day we will get there…..