This blog has two poems I jotted down this am. So they are still fresh from Psyche’s womb. The above is Sophie. She is my dog. I named her Sophie because dog backwards is God. Thus I gave her one of God’s names, Sophia, or Wisdom. The poems are off the cuff. So, like any newborn baby, they need to be changed.
Playing With Parts
July 9, 2014
In this world of apartments
Remaining forever boxed in and apart
They refuse to see they are participatory
It’s all one play
We all take our parts,
Alienation sighs her silent death
As apartments come to rest
Joy saturates the end of delusion
Knowing that isolated boxes is the ego’s jest
Apartments participate as one building
Being becomes a Participant
SheHe dances this Cosmic play
In Heaven and on Earth
Is there a distinction?
Who shall be Oscar recipient
For Participator of the day?
Is there any distinction?
Beyond the Mind
July 9, 2014
Once you move beyond your shallow mind
Of what appears to be individual waves operating separately
You sail then deeply into the depths of Marie, the Ocean
Going beyond currents, snails and fishes with tails
You come to a place of stillness
Existing beyond time and space.
And there is the Creative Moment.
It is then you realize yourself as a Christ
A Savior of Earth!