Here nor there

Here nor there                                                                                           

You can’t get there from here. 

There is here already,

(here is there already). So what to do?

Cease the journey; cease the search

without the evident criteria

of having arrived.

The criteria is the error.

There is here without you.

(Here is there without you).

Someone is not going to make it

here nor there

and that someone is you.

O child of God, the truth of union

is neither here nor there.

The illusion of two

The illusion of two                                                                                  

Somewhere along the line we are told,

everyone is destined for the supreme goal.

Suffering is an alternative to infinite bliss

because, apparently, an alternative,

even an illusory one, is better than no alternative;

necessary at least for a time,

to create the illusion of two.

That’s what existence is all about, I gather –

a break in the pattern, a temporary, comparative

alternative to blissful, eternal Oneness.

O child of God, we are not we but One.

How wondrous the journey to realize that truth!

Death row confessions

Death row confessions                                                                                   

Make You my constant companion

because You are the only One

ethereal enough to slip through the bars,

past the guard, tolerate my incessant,  

incoherent death row confessions. 

If my isolation can be breached,

the possibilities expand exponentially –

One slips through and then all the others

crowding my cell into absurdity, epiphany

and obliteration, stepping outside myself,

at last unbound, to wander the unimaginable

terrain below a dazzling blue eternal sky.

O child of God, let the One true friend penetrate

the Maya-built, illusion-maintained walls of separation.