Be God (New Year's Day)

Be God (New Year’s Day)                                                                              
 
Nothing new in this year’s turning,
nothing left behind; something to do
 
with duality and physicality,
the earth’s rotation and revolution,
 
the corrugation of flesh; the graying of hair
while the mystery of me remains unaltered.
 
Eyes held firmly shut, as best I can manage,
in the timeless shelter of the now –
 
where I float incorporeal and removed
from any relationship to any other object or being;
 
most of eternity present for me to partake of;
wondering when I’ll open my eyes
 
and be no longer myself.
Open my eyes and be God.
 
O child, it might be any moment
in the invariably eternal now.