I am no more than
An ensouled mass of meat–
A heap of stardust and carbon;
These two eyes are the windows
Through which some angel
Of a Higher Realm
Is peering into this “reality”

Everything which surrounds me
Is no more or less than
A mirror, reflecting my inner world;
It is true whenever I’ve said
“I’m in Heaven”
and
Argue enough for my Hell
….and I’m there

I am a holy and sacred flicker
Of some delirious, demented, and Divine being
Hurtling wildly across and through
Time, and Space, and
Infinite dimensions;
My material mind seems only big enough
To contain a first-person,
Linear-continuum perspective

Somewhere else,
Some-when,
I understood that:
“In the beginning,
There was the word.”
For many years I considered myself
Quite a Master with words;
Curiously,
The more others agreed,
The less I believed it

My Past
Is an irrelevant story
Over which I’d become obsessed with telling;
My Future
Comes to naught,
When I’m stuck in my Past–
Here. Now. I am Present,
The only and one place
I’ve ever truly been

A dog is sitting on a nail.
This dog has been sitting there,
So very, very long
Howling into the Void
(As if the Void had ears to hear)
Yet never quite uncomfortable enough
To get off that nail

Crucifixion is so very BC;
Went out of vogue
Millennia ago–
Howling has finally become so tedious
That even I am sick of hearing it

I am better than my Past.
I am worthy of a Future.
I deserve my share of happiness,
And my share does not diminish
That of any other.

BELIEVE.

Some summer day
Many years and lifetimes ago–
In the “native place” of my colonial ancestors, no less–
I paid someone to tattoo that word on my chest;
I see it backwards, teasing me
Every time I look at myself;
That angel driving this material vehicle,
BOY does it have a Wicked
Sense of humor,
Perhaps irony

When I sleep,
I sometimes remember
I am God;
When I wake,
I often forget
That I am human;
Such is life

Words have always held
An immense Power;
A power which I now reclaim.
We have seen The Enemy,
And it is Us;
I have seen The Light,
And it is mine
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Please accept my rise and fall;
In The Now, I rise again–
Evermore the Phoenix, then.

You want to know
What *I* believe in?
I believe in A Higher Power–
I believe in Myself.