Mysterium Tremendum

Something in the void, in the unknown, before time, before space

Something living before life, breathing in the nothingness . . . life

Something radiant before light and dark, radiating in the emptiness

Some One before anyone, heart before hearts, soul before soul

Some One speaking in the silence before speech, Word before words

Some One loving Another, the same One, and Another One

By what Name? Tao . . . Brahman . . . Demiurge . . . Welt Geist . . . God

Unbirthed birth-giver, uncreated creator, unseen all-seeing, all and nothing

Something, Some One unapproachable approaching . . . reaching, touching

Wisdom of St. James

Speak not, O most foolish heart, of what you will do for you part,

From start to finish, your life is not your own, not yours to chart,

For you belong to situations and obligations and so many actions,

And sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers stake their claim,

And who’s to blame, when to their lives you too make a claim?

Ah, your life is not your own, you sit not upon your life’s throne;

Save face and give it back to the One who gave it in the first place!

Roll the Dice with Layers of Prayer

Happily taking chance and the Table of Life,

Be nice, throw the dice;

Spinning the wheel to reveal Fortune’s hand

O’er wandering band, flowing time’s sand;

Never stopping, always hopping,

Hoping against all hope, stroking sensitive ego,

Refusing to let go, roll the dice one more time,

But this time pray the Lord save the day

Rescue from dismay, this life made of clay;

Amen and Amen.

Approach the Everlasting

To speak of the One who brings to an end the stammering tongue

To ascend the holy Mount never moving further than when begun

To gaze upon Beauty through blinded eyes and to sing the Song unsung

To taste the Bread that satiates hunger yet leaves me starving for more

To dive into the River of Life to drown in order to live forevermore

To grasp that which cannot be grasped and swim in burning fire

And to wholly burn in that sacred Fire never being consumed

Life by and through and within . . . the Everlasting One

Travel, Relax, Rebirth

Travel, relax, unravel and heal such deep wounds you should be dead

Begin again, even in pain, take the first step, and circumvent Hell’s web

Speed through countries and continents, now cognizant and confident

For this is your time to shine, soul design, goldmine of the spirit, fine wine

Stay close to the shoreline, refine your heart, make yourself the better part

Unravel and heal in eternal travel, deepest wounds fading without evading

End of the journey just the beginning, now worthy, no longer pinning

Life infused everlastingly, without vanity, changing drastically . . . for good

Sweet Sole Spirit of Life

Move so gently ore the deep in soul depth of my keep

An unilluminated world waiting for your bright light

Streaming thru opened floodgate of innate radiance

To belong wholly to you as new creation in formation

Neath your ethereal wings bringing life to lifelessness

To ever abide in your shadow as one suppliant bride

So compliant, never defiant, always reliant upon you

Sweet sole Spirit of Life

In Your Inner Space

Tripping over exotic eye wire, ripping through veil of flesh into your soul

To see the whole of your world, read the scroll of your mystical heart

Not in part but from start of an alluring childhood so misunderstood

But we play there, rest and pray and jest there, sing, dance and hide away

And stay the night till morning dawn in your inner space laced in mystery

No history but what we make our own to own for the two of us in one

And I am happy inside you looking thru your eyes to spy the space outside

Alive more now that I’ve been torn away, born away into your inner space

Beside, Inside, to Abide

Pain ever so deep and wonderful, so constant and fertile,

Longing for you to long for me for all the wrong reasons,

Thankful to feel, grateful to seal my fate with your future

To nurture this bondage of soul to soul to fill in the hole

Left from cosmic decimation of long ago indiscrimination

Of one man and his demand to be you so untrue to himself,

And have we not paid the price ever since in hard penance,

So I treasure this pain, no bane of longing to belong to you,

Only beside you, inside you, to forever abide with you . . .

Never to be you, but only true to my Self within you

Self Journey and . . . You

Coming to the tremendously, truly beautiful uncomfortable in my own skin

Racing toward the terrifying, self-denying truth all in order to begin again

Watering an arid wasteland called ‘soul’ to now leave behind what has been

Altering consciousness in opening to the cosmos within your universal sheen

Following you where you’ve been and are and ever will be in eternity foreseen

Crying to be what self has always meant to be in me, far from trouble, so serene

Holding onto the dream of you holding me holding you so close in golden mean

So be bold to take hold against the cold of six-fold winter to remold the Soul . . .

And shall I be there?

Toward Understanding and Harmony: One Way Forward

While looking back on previously published poetry for inclusion in (possibly) another printed collection, I ran across this one that seems appropriate, not only at the beginning of this New Year, but also for the current political climate here in the U. S.! (Who knows? Perhaps POTUS will read it and be transformed into something of a real human being! LOL) Ah, but here it is, from back in August of 2015:

So often it’s so easy to misunderstand and reprimand
When there’s really no reason for words out of season;
We assume and fume and leave no room for the benefit
Of doubt; never consider we may be wrong, agony prolong
So unnecessarily because we’ve failed to give charity
And beckon clarity for sake of peace instead of caprice
In broken harmony as we release anger and animosity
From paucity of heart; we can be so small when we should
Stand tall in character and integrity with better dignity;
And so much strife would fade in play of fife and flute
Of happier days and higher ways, in serenity and amenity;
Would not this be better than bitter rancor and soul canker?
Perhaps we begin with open ears to hear and eyes to see
In the other our true sister, brother, father, and mother
Rather than unsuspecting foe ready to deal death blow…
Oh, how suspicious we can be when we’re not free
To live and love without attrition of suspicion of ill-will!