This
old horse
Looking
out my window. So strange!
People
going about their business,
all
the while still aslumber in their bunks.
Everybody
wants to go to heaven
(goes
the old joke), but nobody wants to die.
I
am a fortunate man. I’ve learned nothing
of
the secret knowledge
but
I know the secret exists.
I
may not know what Truth is
but
I’m learning what Truth is not,
seeing
Illusion as Illusion
and
counting my blessings accordingly.
This
old horse has gotten a whiff
of
the barn and is on his way home.
O
child of God, are you the horse or the rider?
Or, are you the scent that is summoning you home?
Of
ignorance and faith (The Great
Mystery)
Poetry
has found its way back to me
after
a long absence
and
I am grateful to again be so trusted.
Poetry
that validates my faith
and
rewards my devotion;
a
gift from the Awakener
in
this lifelong dream, reaching me
intimately
now in my need.
O
child of God, compose yet another poem
of
ignorance and faith concerning
your
Beloved and the Great Mystery
which has so
graciously intervened in your life.
Poem
about a mystery
I’ve
been unduly busy lately,
plumbing
the ocean with a six foot pole;
mystified
by my lack of success.
Dutifully,
I cast my bread upon the waters
but
it hasn’t returned to me yet.
Is
there any greater foolishness
than
writing a poem about a mystery
you
know nothing about?
I
end up with a nonsense verse; not quite
gibberish,
but it makes about as much sense.
My
next one I’ll write in disappearing ink.
It’s
less embarrassing that way.
Then
I’ll drop it through the barred window
of
my cell onto the street below.
O
child, how might you judge what is worthy
if everything is
provided to you by God?
Rejoice
Rejoice
when your life has become smudged,
yellowed
with age, corners curled up
like
an old snapshot viewed too many times.
Rejoice
in your longevity; not everyone reaches this shore.
You’ve
been given it for a reason. Rejoice
in
your friends and loved ones who have gone before,
moved
on to another opportunity. Rejoice in
your infirmities
which
encourage you, in your many-lived journey,
to
quit your infatuation with your body.
Rejoice
in your immobility – there to teach you
that
there is nowhere to go. Rejoice in your
fading mind
which
has misled you all of your days.
Rejoice
in your failures – graciously teaching
you
to bow down humbly before your Maker.
O
child of God, in this great migration toward God
every burden holds a
hidden blessing.
