if GOD is absent
there is nothing to find.

this is that: pouring coffee into
a cup w/o any space to fill
and coming to realize that there
is no cup and no coffee and no ***
and no you at all.
you were never a thought, never a spoken word.
you have no parents and they have no parents.
there is no sun
or deep space unknown.
w/o GOD there is nothing and nothing cannot know itself.

i am the grass-lit
deer in the morning
eating
and eating.

I am man
burning myself on a grand plot,
very lost on a lawnmower.
there is dinner at breakfast,
lunch at bed.
I tell the world to bend and become
and I am the one that ends up twisted.

i am the deer;
not seeking, i see.

youth, the persuader
using flesh.

torrid light-sparks
burn the floated eye,
the temptation glowing outer.
it is service glowing to those who
have the eye to see.

this is it: explore like a child,
surrender into humility
your grand, effusive self-sermon.
the story is written on empty paper
and you are not the hand.

be what you are, love yourself as led.

God, awaken the love in me.
by so doing,
awaken me to presence.
allow me to surrender, to make a constant
offer
of self to other, to you.
devotion is how i clear space, i pray,
allow me devotion,
allow me to awaken
to infinite love.

i am a servant of God,
therefore i am a servant to you.

how beautiful does it get?

i drink my coffee w/cocoa and turmeric
and drive a big car to church service.
passing the drug mart
i see a homeless man
and do nothing.

steamed broccoli
leaks toward heaven
in a mouth
of scant highway excursions

horrid, hard boiled mantle bangers
invoke across the insta-wave
loud, loud
lathe induced labor pangs

big and falling
and told no often,
"i am not here, i shut my eyes.
i am now here, i come to listen."

the heathen code  
sold to be used on gourmet motherboards
is soul to spirit in man as animal on earth
making slowly its way through the rush

the lazy king
loses his kingdom
as the chaotic usurper
alerts naked to shame
with the unsaid word,
“i will tell you light from dark.”

the infinite become(s) mortal.

over and again order is flooded
with death b/c pride won’t sleep.
wrath crouches
and awaits the touch of minor suffering,
it is a signal of offense
and offense calls for retribution,
now you ****.

you say you’ve done no wrong.
you express honesty
and fairness.
you have your own scales
and the eyes to match.

abate yourself,
your cup runneth over.
it poisons the dirt.

—

the infinite became mortal
to make the mortal infinite.

the cosmic mountain is on arrival;
in Eden, we forgive.