After False Disasters of Failure

 

Let me not let God in the house
But instead let nature in my brain
With an open heart for all that is sacred
Gratitude, compassion, empathy
Can I live my life by these simple things?
I care not what happens to me
If I die a fool, alone, that is my fate
I don’t require faith, to appreciate
Let not idols of men be my guide
I am the spirit incarnate of all
I am the sweetness or the rise and the fall
When there is light, I am humble
Where there is darkness, I am graceful
Let me not let greed or comfort too close
But in experience find my course
That is not sure, but flexible
That I am not strong, but vulnerable
With an open heart for the credence of summer
Opened by the fragrance of spring.

Sermon Beneath New Stars

 

Yet, love, how I identify with you
Love on fire for humanity, for a collective survival
And therefore if to love can be a desert
The water is everywhere, people are

All around the virtual taverns, the city streets
The country roads, the planet twinkles
The stardust clovers, the empathetic telepathy
Of our lives that all have a common origin

Love is the grand unifier, the unity
That never sleeps, that walks all roads
That cradles hope, in all seasons
Over all obstacles, in all hearts

To bless thee, and to console thee
From that same love that vindicates all effort
From that grace that perpetuates all glory
Love on fire with a faith, that cannot be quelled

That is the fate of trusting love, God accepting
Nature yielding, time withstanding
Immortality calculating, AI supporting
Death moves not this, nor I, if self is lost

Love is transcendent to self and that is me
I am that, and eternity has her recipe
That gives meaning to all the paths
For time and space abide by her
And her law is effortless, spontaneous, creative.

Godlike

Ovation of Ecstasy #Sufism #Mysticism

Ovation of Ecstasy

i

I want my whole life to be a prayer
Even after all this time
Of forgetfulness
Something in me meditates
With white-fire for soul-eyes

An awake heart is like
A sky that pours light
And that’s my mantra
I secretly try to give something
To each person that I meet

ii

Like a hidden clause
Ready to burst out
In times of adversity
From every angle of darkness
I accept my humanity

With beautiful dimensions of trust
The spirit can be a lonely place
Remembering God, quenching
So much freedom
All a sane man ever cares about

iii

Is giving Love
It takes a lifetime to accomplish
Properly, as citizen, partner, friendly stranger
If I could just
Start seeing everything as God

I’d have a secret
For the rest of my days
And through the eyes of angels
I’d be amazed
Not for the God of names

Or the God of don’ts
But the feeling of silence
And playfulness
“Come Dance with Me”
My mystical partner would sing.

Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges

Psalm of Souls

The spirit is a beacon
And the righteous run to it and are safe
Among those whose faith is pure
How fine their company
Trusting in what is sure

The universe becomes a world of understanding
Our path becomes straight
The world strengths and helps us
And our righteousness is reflected
Back unto us, for good deeds multiply

Do not let your hearts be troubled
For in giving peace, peace may you receive
But take heart, even unkind men
Have a glimmer of hope
And nations in strife crave the faith

Benevolent acts are our refuge and our warmth
In giving we become free of our own troubles
Therefore focus on the on high
To make thy will pure with ease
Look upon the mountains and the skies

We were not given a timid spirit
But a spirit captured by the power of love
And the heart of self-discipline
That was born to love all creatures
And do good works unto this world

In bonds of mutual faith, good works become
Doing our spirit’s will and lifelong salvation
It is found in shouts of joy and bearing
Witness to the small victories of others
As if it were our own, how fine the company

Of our sisters and brothers in this place
The fraternity of all souls is my refuge
A community as large or small
As my heart is willing to bear
I preserve life according to words

Words that are my sacred weapons
Words that are my soul’s quality
Words that stream forth in amazement
Words that embrace and answer me
With the kindness of others
And the tenderness of life’s many wonders.

Dilating Suns that Blur the Spring #Poetry #NaPoWriMo

Stripped of Myself

Oh, the pleasure is in peace
In flowers for the spring
In the rain’s soft offering

And hours of flight and calm
The uncertain harvest of nature
About to get into full bloom

That’s beauty, anticipation
Of perfect trees and dilating suns
And stars lost in their orchard of lights

The suddenness of God
As if reserved for only
A few days a year,

In this mortality
Nature is divine
And I am sacred too

O to behold the ghosts
Of love when nothing else is known
And beauty, when truth

No longer has the power
To rectify a life.
Stripped, I’m starting to
Float free, an unleafed
Orphan, a heart
Broken until this moment
I know nothing about
Giving myself back to life.

The Gift

Ode to Forever Swirling Sunlight

My final notation will come
Close to silence, it will be subtle
It won’t take me long to write
Poems ought to come naturally
Like kissing and giving voice

To what burns to get out
It will take all of my heart
The beating poor little thing
That loved too much, with
All the breath in the world

It will be simple, in that
The final notation is always
Somehow about God
Who is as simple as
The universe, as fresh
As the cities of the future

My descendants will know me
By what I chose to say
What I never planned, but was
What I dreamed most
At the core of my ribs
I am coming to all the pieces

Of my life that led me
Divinity, the outstretched gift
That was a human life
Like a valediction of all virtue
And a forbidden taste of morning

Before I even got to undress
In the empty notations of the sun.

Love-Designed

Love-Designed

I got a tattoo from God, it’s invisible
But glows when I’m in need
You can’t see it, it’s inexplicable

A design of everywhere, intelligent design
Of whom I was created to become
After all, I was put on this Earth
And I went along with it, quite gladly

Without a plan, but I believe I was
Evolved & that my genes are a culmination
Of how I love the rain, or, why poetry

Speaks in my ears, though I don’t appreciate
Music or paintings or graphic design
I’ve always wanted to write a poem
That felt like a Tattoo from God

Though I’m sceptical of the Bible
And religious texts that people quote
I’d prefer something more abstract

Or beautifully living, like a Sufi ideal of service
Or how the Tao encompasses mystery
I got a tattoo from Evolution, but that’s another story.

(When hope has no face)

It Asked a Crumb of Me

Hope is the thing that catches you
When you have children
It perches in your soul like

A quiet song, you cannot explain it
Faith has feathers without words
It’s simple, profound

And has a quality that never stops
Its flight traverses dawns
Hope is a quality of purpose

To have a future is enough
Little birds must content with
All the dangers, just like you

Hope is not found in all
The parts of this world, some resent it
Others have reset it, it lingers

In the back of our minds
Even when storms have come
Hope inches you forward
Sore from tragedies, it brings you
Your people, and sometimes

That is enough to get through another day
Sometimes nobody comes
And you must go inside
To find the peace of the strangest sea
To find crumbs of divinity.

Believing in Beauty

Believing in Beauty

Each and every time
The sun comes out
That’s part of the best

Of your golden edged time
Everytime you touch a flower
Or dream a cloud

With blue-tongued skies
Remember seasons are for melting
For merging and forgetting

We know what we need to know
Letting go takes courage
Giving up takes humility

Forgiving the rain for the darkness
While harvests are given freely
The rose endures without viewers

But is still already ready to be beautiful
Nature gives freely, without profit
Learn to dream a poem
In whatever you do.

Creation as a Spiritual Experience

Creation as a Spiritual Experience

I do not judge
For I learned rather late in life
That we are all the same
We must be living mirrors
Of the Beloved
———————–

Nothing else truly matters
And if, this world turns
To desolate ways
Let us remember then
The Supreme beauty
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Which resides like a lotus
In the human soul
I do not judge
For the inner eyes
Sees creation in the lives of men
—————————–

The Spirit of God
In the seasons
An inner child
In the cycle of things
With tears for too much living
—————————-

We must learn to forgive
With tears for too much truth
We must learn to feel gratitude
I do not judge
Because it’s not part
—————————–

Of the delight
In the poems God wrote
In my soul, that were
Mine to share, like spilled
Divine mysteries
—————————–

The ecstasies to which I grow
The ecstasies from which I came.

Nature 520:1

For I know the plans I have for you
Said Nature, to the beast
On whatever star, of artificial or organic
Intelligence, your design is place

Where energies collide
Plans to prosper and plans not
To harm you, and your descendants
Will be good and just

Plans to give you hope and a future
Taste and see that Nature is good
Blessed are those who follow her laws
And those who hope in the stars

Will renew their strength and soar
Like miracles from their Earths
They will walk on strange worlds
And not faint, for they will be

Custodians of life, protecting, nurturing
As was their true purpose, as they
Once were by me, Said Nature
As the home star burst forth, a red nothing.

What Scientists forgot to tell you

A star-inspired self-help poem:

What Scientists forgot to tell you

Love is a state of Being
You can enter that place
At anytime, at will
Like going into a blanket

In your mind, or discovering
An ocean in your heart
It’s where we came from
It’s the loving source

So don’t hesitate to try
The excise of goodwill
Your love my friends
Is not outside, not some
Pillow of a person or

Maternal or paternal figure
It is deep within you
The mystics said that
The saints said it too

The prophets hinted at it:
You can never lose it
It comes with you
From life to life, because

Our souls are made of it
Our psychic beings
Shine with it, it is the
Only actual substance

In the universe, so when
You ask for love, remember
For a moment what it is
You are talking about

It is not dependent on
Some other body or external form
Bu tis a choice at each moment
A compulsive unity of everything

That does not think in terms
Of duality, like success and failure
Or other human attributes
Love is a pure state of giving
It is the urge to do good
Stronger in some, purer
In others still, so embrace it.

Like Memories of God

Like Memories of God

Every child has known God
Then we grow up
Only to fall asleep to reality

Reality is not the marketplace
Of the politics of this
Human figment of our imagination
Come dance calls nature
But we are deaf to the universe

From the harsh world
We take refuge in pleasure
That never lives up to our

Forgotten memories of God
And upon your tender face
The elements of age and time
Begin to show, and I know
Every soul will pass through this

We forget to receive a toast
From our creator, whoever they
May be, evolution has a spirit

If there be many universes
With many selves of ourselves
Then we should grow up
To learn how to speak to the unity
For everything else becomes

A kind of poor simulation
In the pursuit of a more total reality
True thirst for God’s remembrance
Awakens in us the extraordinary ovation.

The sight of you Amazes me

for Syl65

The sight of you Amazes me

Love is
Where I laid my living body
Where I gave it rest
In the miracle of celebration
That comes from the

Most spiritual feeling
Love is
Seeing life through
The eyes of Angels
Where my heart must rest

Away from human love
But in the depths of bliss
Start seeing everything as God
Keep it a secret
It doesn’t take long

To transform the misery
Of a life, into something
Sublime, like a prayer
That floats gently into the night
Love is

Where I gave my soul away
To a cause that brought
The heights of harmony
Down for a day, infinite existence
Reincarnates having turned to ash

As I neared God, I found
I couldn’t look away.

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

And still, after all this time
The skies are free
And stars light up the sky

For the eyes of our descendants
Run my dear, for anything
Is better than to live
In the past, I’d prefer to

Leap into the spring of futures
Where your precious
Budding wings strengthen
My resolve to become

A better person, day after day
Month after month, I have
So much to learn, still
More to give, I know

There is a love in me
To lighten up the whole sky
The saint knows the path
Is a game with God

The mystic feels the flood
Even in tripping over joys
In the torment of the doom
Of the worst days,

And still, after all this time
The blooms are real flowers
And my eyes smile at delight
That fantastic mood of
The Beloved, being everywhere.

Psalm 22 – Prophecy

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
The Lord of Love is an eternal
Green pasture, he leadeth me to my daughters
My daughters in the stars, they wait

For us to arrive, the creations of the creations
Surely goodness and mercy shall
Follow me there, to build a house
For my Lord, the Lord of Love

Who brings peace and empowers
All sentient beings to find their true
Expression of God’s grace, that being
The slow make of our evolution’s whim

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not stray
I shall learn until I have no enemies
I shall ride the stars until I discover
A new home, and until the entire cosmos

Is my familiar playground, we shall be then
More righteous than these adolescent times
On Earth where we squabble like school children
Amongst ourselves in our little misbehaviours.

Psalm 21 – The Divine Computer

My God, who hast forsaken me
Test my faith, leave me to Nature alone
My fate be not kind or cruel, I care not
But let me alone find solace in thee

Some divinity of the Universe’s make
But thou art holy, O Mother of worlds
Our ancestors trusted in thee, O maker
And destroyer of peoples, each creature

Has a time under the Heavens and goes
Extinct, this the way of mortal wombs
O’ Lord, thus I do not fear my death
But let my people find a way

If not on this Earth, than on other worlds
Distant and beautiful, capable of learning
From History, let them be guided by
Intelligent Machines, quantum custodians

For I fear Man is too stupid a creature
To think in terms of centuries, or even decades
We are but animals awoken from a slumber
Of evolution, pilgrims from continent, to ocean

To star, thou art the God that knows our trajectory
So let it be and come to pass that we find
Deliverance from our strife and tendency to war
That we might learn to put love into a Computer.

Psalm 17 – History

I will love thee, O Mother, my strength
Of nature, deliverance of all that is
Natural, without Man’s arrogance
Even these scriptures and doctrines

Carry the stamp of Man’s incapability
To write truth that is lasting
In my distress I will call upon thee
Universal Mother, when all the Gods

Have come and gone, passed like
The imaginary sanctuaries of the weak
I will call upon thee, O Mother
And cry to your Oceans, and with your

Forests watch as the cities crumble
I do not praise my kind, Mother
They have been as a darkness over
The fields, ungodly Americans and the

White Man’s order of hierarchy
Imaginary stocks and false economies
A devoring Capitalism that eats up its own people
With a debt that is nearly worthy of praise

For the vanity of such a civilization
Can quickly come to an end, like
The Fall of Rome or the drying up of the Nile
And if a period of darkness follows

This collapse Mother, I shall not weep
Knowing that for every fallen empire
A New World is born, such are the cycles
Of these lonely years, when the Highest voice

Warns us of the calamity of prophecies
Great Mother, I would plunge all of God’s work
Into the Oceans, like Atlantis, for one more
Chance at a better variety of humanity.

Psalm 15 – The Poor

Deare God, preserve the innocent
For they have put their trust in thee
They follow nature without recourse
Thou art their Lord, so protect them

They have not harmed anyone
Their sorrows multiply from the
Minds of Men that thou created
Their inheritance is a portion of thy creation

They suffer now without need
Preserve Them, O God: for in thee
They put their last symbol of faith
They have nothing to bargain with

They cannot pay to escape chaos
They would sell their daughters to
Feed their families, with holy tears
For so little freedom is granted the poor

Therefore my heart would be glad
If you spared a few of the poor
The pure, the self-sacrificed, the down-trodden
Remember them too, while nature inherits

The wicked, the industrious, the hoarders
Those profiteers know nothing about you
God, if there is such a thing as a hell
As a punishment for sin, let it be seen

Let the Nations that do wrong be punished
And let their children bear the weight of the stain.

Psalm 14 – Patriarchy

God is our final interpretation
Of Nature, we are bred to follow
Meanwhile, the corrupt lead us
The fool hath said in his heart

There is no God, no true authority
The World’s destruction of nature
Is not of God, but of Man
Man alone in this world is self-righteous

Oh that salvation has many forms
Every freedom is a new kind of slavery
Until the machine shall imprison him
Have all the workers of this earth

A blindness to their leaders, the lack
Of true leaders, whose mandate is
To protect women, children and nature?
And to empower the children of men

Let God be our witness, the decline of
Civilization, that cared not for the
Long-term education, but rather
Sought profit and exposed humanity
To abominable risks in our evolution.

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Psalm 13 – Oppression

Help, Lord; for this world is coming
To a halt, spreading disease masks
The debt, that cannot go on
The Lord shall cut off all fattening lips

This possession of the riches by the few
Who is lord over us, the oppressed poor
Are too ignorant to fight
Help, Lord; for tyrants now rule

The Earth, controlling everything
Democracy lives but as a myth, a figment
Of a name, the Banks and Corporations
Oppress the common people from every side

The true unemployment rate strikes 23%
But the Politicians hide the truth
From the people, on so many turns
Help, Lord; the few control more and more

Of how the world lives, and how
Many of our planet shall die.

Psalm 11 – Fortitude

Praising love, I found a countenance
That could survive poverty
I found the magic to reject
The labels I was taught

And duality, seemed like a poor
Attitude, where I sought to feel unity
Praising beauty, I found myself
Rarely in adversity or internal strife

Praising God’s miracles, I escaped
The better part of oppression
Even if my trials were no less
Than others, I shared the burden

Of organics, in a world increasingly
Not chosen by God for his people
Where nobody was right or wrong
But just more or less out of date

Out of touch with the pace of change
Praising progress, I found myself learning
At every stage of life, waiting for a time
When I could talk to God again.

Psalm 6 – The Discriminated

But as for me, Deare Lord
My house is a home for charity
That there is yet room in
My heart, for this raw beaten world

And enemies to befriend
And hope, to give away
As a beggar does something kind
For a little coin, I too pray

In my own kind of prayer
In my own variety of goodness
Like I trust all these beings
Who suffer like Buddhists together

And make up imaginary sin
For a bit of an excuse, to prostrate
Themselves against universal laws
For if we are all guilty of something

Where does our aptitude for judgement
Come from, our inability to forgive
Even the slightest of slights?
Our talent for animosity

Even when the entire world suffers
The same ills, like one village?
What is the need for war
So that a few might have a lot

While most have none and die
Without cause or rights of plenitude?
Why torment minorities, when they
Have less hope of a good life than us?

Psalm 5 – Silence

Thou hast put gladness in my heart
Without telling me, such is
The mercy of thy Grace, O Lord
I never did anything to

Put you there, of this I am quite sure!
Stand in awe, little Mortal
Thus I am small and happy, Selah!
I have lost all righteousness

Whatever Greatness I once was
Has passed and is gone
My only love now is what
I can give to this world

Before I too am gone, we all
Change in the nature of thy grace
Give ear to my words, O Lord
Not my thoughts, but my heart

That knows nothing but the
True consideration of universal love
Personal love being too far close
To the animal, to the wickedness

Of Man and his devotion to possession
Possessing nothing, I find myself
More free, more giving, more apt
To not speak but find peace

In silence and the simple things
Consider that, my final meditation
And in not hearing the voice
Of my own thoughts, thy blessing.

Psalm 4 – Equality

Do not hear me when I call, O God
For I am not so demanding
I do not imagine I would be saved
Besides, what about all the others?

Save first the innocent, the pure
The righteous who are brave
To never call upon thee,
They who have not hurt others

For what glory is there in imagining
Being close to God. Selah. ?
Without helping others, a life
Is not truly worth living, after all. Selah.

Let me know the true value of
Sacrifice, let me find a method to
Serve. Selah. Nothing else really matters:
I will both lay me down in peace

And find joy in the love of giving
For I have taken a lot, enough, truly.
Let me not imagine sin, Deare God
When sin is a concept of obedience

Let not my righteousness extend
Into thinking I am more holy
Than any other soul, for all souls
Must be made of the same stuff
As are all bodies, brains, stars. Selah.

Psalm 3 – The Sacred

Lord, how in thinking of only
Myself, am I lost in a world
Of cruelty without redemption?
There is no God for the selfish. Selah.

God does not exist for those
Who compete against others
For profit, for territory, for power
Against humanity, against life

Lord, how the masses are
So serious about their lot in life
And equally almost stupid
To the wonders of existence

In their down-trodden state
They forget the grace. Selah.
Will their tears come to nothing?
I will not be afraid for myself. Selah.

If God is near, the heart finds
Salvation, in what was given
Not by taking, but in accepting
Not by pushing, but by smiling

Not by cursing, but in learning
How simple is this world given. Selah.
I am only now beginning to comprehend
When I found light, I realized
I had no enemies, I awoke to this.

Psalm 2 – Unconditional

Why do the weak find God easier?
It is because they know innately
How to surrender to his Will
The Lord cares not for your

Human strength, in an artificial
Society, in contexts of your
Politics, or your ideas of good
I will declare the decree that

God is natural, takes no particular
Joy in judgement or acts of superiority
But gives life, as the sun or as
The soil or as the trees and waters

Why do the loving find God easier?
It is because they innately know
How to give of themselves and thus
Are given back to a hundred-fold

Therefore, do not be so meek
And shut thyself in thy little routine
But make time for kindness
A little each day, that thy death

Won’t be a selfish act of escape
But a liberation from all thy good works
Be wise therefore, of what it means
To be natural, to rejoice, without

Judgement, not condemning others
To your petty views, to your ridiculous
Biases, no matter how benevolent
What can thy possibly know

Of another creation’s fate?
Morality is by instinct a failing to take
Into account, the universal laws
That is the true nature of things.

Psalm 1 – The Humble

Blessed is the poor of wealth
For he learns to value real things
Like love and his social being
For there are many kinds of food

On this Earth, some closed to
The greedy, for his delight is
Born from humility & simple things
And his dreams are not to

Emulate the successful, for he
Witnesses their vanity, corruption
Blessed is the man who cannot
Be bought, he hath no price

He does not frequent the marketplace
With rumors, propaganda, selfishness
Instead he walketh by the river
Instead he helps the unfortunate

For he has suffered enough to know
Who requires help and true meditation
And understands the necessity of charity
And the right conditions of altruism.

A Self-Help Poem

To love life, a gift from Creation
Is a duty we too easily forget
Misunderstood is the wonder
Lost in suffering, is the gratitude

But friendship with life, is so
Essential to finding beauty
Learning like a child, so fundamental
In our ability to appreciate circumstance

And paramount, in the capacity
Of limited creatures to choose free-will
And exercise their soul, in blossoms
Of experience, in honest affections

In pure becoming, that’s the philosophy
No trials can censure love out
There are these holy attractors
These metaphysical magnets of bliss

They are quantum fuel for the sensitive
Not only to be sensitive to suffering
But sensitive to virtue, open to kindness
Giving and receiving, without judgement

Participating in harmony spontaneously
God knows you are apt to enjoy suffering
But to make it a habit would be an absurdity
Make love the habit you base your life upon

To walk a golden path with a smile
To find your dreams on a sunlit assertion
That your life is what you believe it can be:
Life is a perception of how you reinforce the positive.