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Emergence Sublime

Existential—transcendent,

  my words free to leave

 

Though rooted inside me,

  their seeds He conceived

 

They shape and they fashion,

  a will of their own

 

Each moment unfastened,

  a prison disowned

 

Existential—transcendent

 they come and they go

 

In dreams they lie fallow

  my garden to hoe

 

I live in the knowledge,

  past matter and time

 

These words my salvation

  —emergence sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

Crossing Over—Turned Around

Through the eye of the needle

Not to the left or the right

Dodging both on the comets tail

 

I streak into the light

My last wish out in front

As words melt in a fiery contrail

 

And with only one question

To weaken my heart

With only one thing to know

 

The seasons entwine

All beanstalks are felled

With the exit signs all aglow

 

I crash through the doubt

Releasing new hope

My affirmation now to reign

 

And look ever further

Beyond my scope

As my senses become untrained

 

I feel the loose pieces

Start to come off

A new lightness now abounds

 

The last burden has lifted

Burning bright in my wake

Crossing over—turned around

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

That Voice Who Calls

I believe in Jesus

  I believe in Buddha

I believe in Crazy Horse

  —divinity shared

 

I believe in grace

  I believe in enlightenment

I believe in tomorrow

  —the promise it bears

 

I believe in man’s ability

  to rise above his nature

Religion a jailer

  —its lies befall

 

I believe our sacred freedom

  lives within a solemn choice

To become the living embodiment

  —of that voice who calls

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

 

 

To Create With Your Heart

Are you technically perfect,

  but spiritually weak

 

Are your words so well crafted,

  your soul cannot speak

 

Are your rhythms unmetered,

  your feelings unrhymed

 

Are you stuck in a format,

  that kills the sublime

 

Do your stanzas all end,

  their beginnings destroyed

 

Does your summation grieve,

  its parts overjoyed

 

Can you escape sophistry,

  your craft turned to art

 

Can you risk all rejection

   —to create with your heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

To Whom You Pray

I reject all your religion,

  in favor of myself

 

Those spewing virtues dogma,

  often kill, with little felt

 

I reject your revelation,

  with the truth inside my heart

 

I surrender your salvation,

  from your guilt I live apart

 

I challenge your commitment,

  when the road gets hard and long

 

The good intentions you submit,

  Hell’s words without a song

 

I reject all faith in platitudes,

and your threats—both veiled and not

 

I refuse to live in servitude,

 and tied to what we’re not

 

I will reach inside the goodness,

  born to each and every man

 

I will choose to see the wonder,

  of those souls who say “I can”

 

And as I look beyond tomorrow,

  to that place we call today

 

I will live in thanks for who I am,

  —and not to whom you pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)