Treatise on How to Pray


75

When I pray
I speak with my heart’s
Constant Guest
God the host of the galaxy

I measure success differently
I compete with myself
In how well I can encompass others
Rejoice with their spirits

When I pray
I no longer pray for myself
But I seek to expand my heart’s natural
Limits, to enlighten its foundations

Very few seekers can afford
Two Lines to Heaven from their chi
One, from their soul’s unshakable trust
Two, from their spirit’s breath of devotion

Hope has no real intention
But to remind us to be connected
I have a meditation-appointment
With God, in small hours of morning

In late hours of the night
I let in the higher worlds
To swarm in me beyond my imagination
One simple truth to feel alive:

You are bound to know God’s will
If you allow God to become real to you.

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Treatise on the Inner Counselor


94

God felt me smile
And gave me Bliss
She is my outer Coach

Therefore I smile as I succeed
She is my inner Coach
Therefore I have danced

Before the infinite proceeds after me
I entertain God on my footsteps clear
And underestimate things such as

Her Compassion-Beauty
And I overestimate Man’s cruelty
But humanity has its own plan

God felt me smile at her fate
And gave a few of us Bliss
With promise-power, warmth

That is spread from generation to generation
I chose not to understand God
But she lived in me anyway

Yesterday’s God had to be reframed
She gave me jokes, cosmic humor
A way out of my little mind:

I am giving God, in lyrical strains
A little problem; my useless life
That listens earnestly to the life of others.

Treatise on Solace


71

God wanted you
To go to Him untouched
But what did you do?
You know!
You went to him
With the final love

That comes from too much suffering
You went to God as a human being
Tired of being good
Tired of the sensation of hope
You felt the breath in you
Was increasing in hesitation
And sleeplessness, so you went

To God, To love you sleeplessly
And it worked!
Like an unfinished Dream of god
You stood, half-perfect
With thoughts that were
An unending Reality of God

You woke up, struck then by
The God-Hour of your species
You took the last step, with
A heart of gratitude
Smooth solace for the chaos

Mistaking earth for Heaven
You loved the world with new eyes.