Crawling Inside of Phenomena

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One of the reasons that A Course in Miracles, and subsequently A Course of Love, resonated with me at a very deep level- aside from the voice of Jesus, which always seems to enter and then settle into me the way only the voice of a compassionate, invincible being dispensing timelessness could- is the focus on the only issue that really matters: our awareness of who we are and of what is real.

These texts are not focused on phenomena.

There was a time in my spiritual seeking when my ability to have experiences which seemed otherworldly felt like an important validation of my progress.  This was unfortunate, because I didn’t have them.  Not, at least, in the ways you read about.  I have had strong, inner, wordless feelings, but at the time I was eager for validation in the form of outer manifestations.  A voice.  An apparition.  A sign that could only be interpreted in one way.  A miraculous event.  A light.  An incredible dream.  Something…  While this may seem in hindsight like a desire for validation or an obvious attempt at specialness, at the time it was simply a desperate hunger for the Real, expressed the only way I was capable of expressing it.  I thought those experiences I sought were the real ones I was missing…  I thought if I could just have them, and thereby be taken into Reality’s embrace, things would be alright.

A Course in Miracles was profoundly helpful for the simple reason that it paid very little heed to such phenomena, and simply encouraged a profound getting down to the work of healing false perceptions.  With A Course in Miracles, over time I learned to trust the unshakable power of silence, of inner knowing, and of a full heart.  I never did walk around like a man having visions of two worlds, but I learned to walk around with a rock of Presence in my chest that I could rely on, build a relationship with, and turn to for help when it seemed like the world had gone sideways again.  I learned that nothing could really compete with this Presence over the long haul.

We learn to cultivate Peace.

We have access to Peace.  We feel it inside of us.  We are able to turn to it whenever the need arises, but then this thing happens.  We begin to feel that this place within us wants to reach out, to become known to the world and to others, to spread its wings a bit.  We begin to wonder if accessing it, and being it, are the same thing.  We begin to get this inkling that somehow we might be able to live this sensation, and make it even more real, more immediate, more complete.  We realize we might discover there is even more to it, something like an infinite extent, if we could only become it and merge with it.  We begin to wonder if there isn’t a way to experience being alive in a way that does indeed transcend the mundane limits we once took as gospel.

Am I back to desiring phenomena?

For myself, this is the point where A Course of Love has really been helpful.   A Course of Love isn’t about phenomena either, but it speaks to this opportunity of “life after the ego”.  It dares us to accept the magnitude of what is, when we leave separateness behind and embrace what we all are: uniquely expressed, identically realized.  There is one section in the Dialogues when Jesus is describing the possibility that the sun may not rise for an entire day, or not set for an entire night, when Jesus points to the limitlessness of creative expression that awaits us upon our return from false perception.

He says point blank that “scientific or natural law and the law of spirit are not the same… Yes, there are natural laws, but these ‘natural’ laws are not the sets of facts you have defined them to be.  They are rather a staggering series of relationships, relationships without end, relationships that exist in harmony and cooperation.  This is a harmony and cooperation that might one day extend to the sun and a demonstration that the sun need not rise- or perhaps need not set- and the earth would still be safely spinning in its orbit.”

This sounds really “cool”.  Hearing this, we get big ideas.  We imagine what we might be able to control, to influence, to manifest.  We think of separate things we could dream into form, but the thing is: these courses are not really concerned with such phenomena.  They are concerned, instead, with our return to unity, and to our authentic presence within the “staggering series of relationships, relationships without end, relationships that exist in harmony and cooperation.”  Unlimited expression comes after we crawl inside of the Truth, and merge with it… when it is no longer possible to envision the arising of anything that is in any way separate from what we are.

Everything follows from this return to Unity, and prior to accepting this in our hearts and minds, we are condemned to see independent phenomena arising outside of ourselves, phenomena we are desperate to make our own…

Seven billion separate wizards we’ll never be, for Love cannot anoint anything outside of itself.  Seven billion nodes in a continuous, unbroken chain of being is what we already are, for we are all, already, anointed…

Snookered

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Poetry

The
surest sign
you have once again
been
snookered
by unreality
is that
you find yourself
in an all too familiar
position-
crouched down
behind a waist-high swath of shrubbery,
sweating,
heart pounding,
vision tunneled,
thinking
you’re
about
to
pull a fast one
and
nobody
else
will know.

Take caution
in such moments.
You are being set up.

Silence is irresistible bait.
You tremble
inside of it
with anticipation,
blinded by possibility,
while
the One
inside you-
always watching,
never deceived-
decides to
let this one play out,
being perfectly happy
to see what comes next.

That One
knows
one good
collision
with redhandedness
is all
it really takes…

to break us open…

The Patterns of Borderland

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Illusion is a tiny kingdom fully encircled by the Kingdom of Truth.  It is a mock kingdom.  It is intended to be a replication of the Kingdom of Truth, with all its rights and privileges, but since you can’t pull that off without a Truth to base your kingdom on, and since there is only one Truth, and that Truth already had a Kingdom, (and we’re in it)… well, you can see the colossal problem we once faced.  We did the very best thing we could do given the bind in which we found ourselves: we put cotton in our ears, shades over our eyes, amnesia in our minds, and pretended we had our own Truth.

(Our hearts had to go with us, but we couldn’t change those…  So, they just hurt from time to time…  Or we lock them away for safe-keeping…)

Within our tiny kingdom, we do not experience all the rights and privileges of living the Truth, but instead experience the unreliable effects of misperception.  There’s ups and downs, to be sure, but when we realize how much we ultimately dislike the place, we begin the process of breaking out.  Sometimes this means going ballistic within the tiny kingdom, which accomplishes nothing.  Drag racing, for instance, is a far superior use of large quantities of energy in a small amount of time than say- yelling, kicking, screaming, shooting, lying, cheating, stealing, breaking baseball bats into small pieces, or blaming the government.  Sometimes this desire to be free translates into meaningful behaviors such as packing a small amount of supplies in a knapsack and running away in the night to find the border, and cross it.

We get lost in the mountains, unfortunately.  Although the tiny kingdom of illusion is tiny, it is in fact ringed with tall, nasty mountains.  No one can tell you exactly what trail to follow, because these mountains are tricky little shape-shifting suckers.  They gang up on us.  Some how, some way, however, maybe after years of desperate wandering, your desire finds a way through.  Even though your ears are filled with cotton, you hear a voice and it guides you.  Even though your eyes are half-blind, you find a map you can read perched on a big rock with a little rock holding it down.  A drunken idiot sings a song from a ledge high above you, whose words are a riddle whose solution is the direction you require.

The exit station is an unmanned chain link gate.  You pass through, at last, and collapse into a beautiful meadow.  Though still half-blinded, you can feel the warmth of a real sun on your face.  You look around eventually and see- one hundred yards away- the entrance gate to the Kingdom of Truth.  You’re in between the two border control stations.

The swath of land is a tent city in all directions.  You are welcomed, served food, given instructions on where and how to set up your own tent, told where to find supplies.  Normally they are quite abundant, but sometimes there are temporary shortages.  You’ll get the hang of it, you are assured.  In the evenings, many of us gather and watch the sun go down over the Kingdom of Truth.  It is so, so beautiful.

Off in the distance, you hear a wailing cry.  What suffering could there be in sight of such beauty?

You look around and realize this borderland looks like a strange re-enactment of the tiny kingdom you just left.  Some still have cotton in their ears, or blots of amnesia on their minds.  Some are still blind.  Some are clinging to the map that took them through the mountains, afraid to set it down.  Others are gathered in small circles, telling the story of their escape.  But everyone is warm inside- so unlike the people you met in the tiny kingdom.  It is a re-enactment of a pattern whose content seems to be on the verge of percolating and spilling over into tangible form.

That day, Jesus comes into this transition zone, to be with friends.  We’re all expecting to learn something, to receive some final insight, but Jesus just wants to be near to us, to hear our voices- to talk about our day and hear all the new ideas from camp.  He loves to hear about what is happening, and he says those new ideas are the leading edge of Creation.  I wanted to go back with him and enter the real Kingdom, but while we were talking I found myself lapse into an old uncertainty.  I found myself wanting him to teach, while I listened and learned.  Tell me, I thought, about how to remove cotton from one’s ears.

He must have seen this coming.  He just patted me on the shoulder and told me I was out of the mountains now.  There is a pattern to engaging with Creation, He said, that once was needed, but is no longer…  I think I understood what he meant later, as the sun was setting over the Kingdom, and Jesus, myself and a few others were playing a delightful game of catch amidst a field of chirping birds.

The Card Up Our Sleeves

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Christ / Poetry

Sometimes
when I think of Jesus
my heart swells into a tear,
a solitary
drop
of the purest intimacy-
to where
does it flow?
to whom
does it not?

Coyotes
howling in the night-
they understand me.
They speak
the language
that has no grammar.

Souls congregate
in a darkness
punctuated by
lonesome howling.
Jesus walks among them-
softly.

Presence
can ignite a fire.

Our world is a negotiation
with premises, unrelenting-
but a Silence
sat down next to me
and took my hand
and I broke apart.

I couldn’t help it.
I showed everyone my cards.
A one, a jack, a three, a seven
and a queen.  Some red,
some black.
Has it come to this?

The dealer follows the rules,
but everyone at the table
keeps the Christ
card tucked up their sleeve.
Knowing that-
I put all my chips
into the middle of the table.

Take them.

At this rate
I’ll be broke by dawn-
gleaming,
hollowed out,
a coyote in the darkness.

This is what we all wanted.
This is where the rules take us.
Towards revelation.
When the cards have all been played,
we reach up our sleeves and
play the first card we were ever dealt,
finding that
the pot is luminous
and can no longer be divided.

Stay Perfect My Friends

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It’s an incredible marketing campaign, that Dos Equis Most Interesting Man bonanza, and if that’s what it takes to remind ourselves in a non-threatening way that we are the living, breathing manifestations of perfection, I’m all for it.  Let’s set aside the social commentary about the way the message is dressed up, and the product it is selling, and for just a moment savor the delight that is engendered when a character is willing to state an audacious truth about himself.

I love it.  I love the thought of parallel parking a train, and I love the thought of sharing inside jokes with people I’ve never met.  I love the humorous prod towards accepting we are all, deep down, a rampant delight.  I think we really do share an inside joke with people we’ve never met.  The joke is that we’ve never met.  The joke, which isn’t always all that funny in our world, is that something has gone horribly wrong.  The punchline is the subtle memory we all have, the power of which we have yet to claim, that horrible is the product of a flawed perspective, and Reality is far greater than we have dared imagine.

Here’s another joke: Jesus walks into a room full of executioners who tell him they’ll spare his life if he’ll just admit he’s been over-selling himself.  Sure, he’s a good guy who means well, but this Son of God business is a little over the top.  Frankly, it’s creating a bit of social havoc, and the proletariate is getting feisty.  There’s a line here, and you crossed it, Son, and let’s just be clear, we all know you don’t really believe it, right?  So just admit it, so we don’t have to kill you.

Jesus can’t do it.  Won’t do it.  He states an audacious truth about himself, and then extends the audacious claim to every one in every realm in every world of every kingdom that has been or ever will be.  The room either got really loud or really quiet- I’m not sure which, but the world has never been the same since.  Such is the power of standing on Truth.

This blog is the product of that moment.  I like to think about that.  Please don’t misunderstand and think I mean that there is anything special about this blog.  It is a simple person’s effort to cozy up to the Truth, to take a dip in it as often as I can, hopefully sharing an inside joke with a few friends along the way.  But the connection cannot and should not be denied.  This moment is the product of That Moment, and so are countless other expressions of Love.  Legion thoughts of peace, blossoming inside of hearts everywhere, have their roots in Moments like That One.

The challenge we face is this: perfection must be claimed.  We are called to accept what is true about ourselves, a truth we neither created nor established, an inheritance for which we can never prove our worthiness.  I haven’t parallel parked a train in quite some time, and I’m freaked out half the time that the inside joke people are really sharing with me is that deep down I screwed up somewhere along the way, so at times it does have the ring of utter nonsense to state that we’re all living, breathing manifestations of perfection.  Other times, in quiet places we don’t talk about, my heart whispers otherwise.  Jesus gently reminds us in A Course in Miracles and in A Course of Love that accepting the world’s evidence over the calling of our own hearts is insanity.

* * * * *

Once, the world’s evidence was piling up, and my heart convinced me to ask Him the world’s most interesting question.  I did, and Jesus answered.  So you see, now I really am in a jam, because eventually I’m going to have to stop this charade of mulling over His Answer…  Eventually I’m going to have to quench this thirst once and for all…  Meanwhile, he won’t stop ribbing me about this crazy Joke we all share…

Use It or Lose It…

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I wrote recently about thought systems, and then I got to thinking…

There’s a prevalent concept in our still predominate worldview that goes like this, “Use it.  Or Lose it.”  Use the budget allocation your department has been given within the current fiscal year, or it will be taken away.  Use your bicep to lift hunks of metal once or twice a week until your arm is burning like a sonuvagun, or it will atrophy.  Best to use both biceps, or you will be all off kilter.  Use your brain periodically to solve certain beguiling types of problems- like learning to write children’s stories in Sanskrit- to keep your neural pathways supple and active.

This rule applies to just about everything we know… because it’s part of our thought system.  It doesn’t apply to who we are, however- to being unique expressions of a Love that never ends.  Practice and effort won’t help in that department, and aren’t needed.  As Jesus said in A Course in Miracles, “All expressions of Love are maximal.” (T-1, I.1:4)  Love is boundless.  Creation is perpetually being extended and increased, and the Love at its core neither withers nor atrophies.  If we get forget who we are for a few billion years, it’s okay- the Love we are is wholly unfazed.  We can pick it up without missing a beat.  Put simply, we don’t weaken.

Even if we don’t use it, we can never truly lose it…

But here’s one of those points where we repeatedly smack into big granite walls of reality, or stumble awkwardly along the edges of cliffs, dreaming of flying even as we pander to the fall.  What does that mean, really, that “we don’t weaken”?  Sounds like rubbish.  How far deep into denial can one venture before experiencing reality’s harsh correction?  Look around, right?  Metals rust.  Wood rots.  Sugars ferment.  Bodies age and people die.  Eye muscles tire and vision wanes.  Muscles atrophy.  Hot things cool.  Stars blow up from the inside out.  There is clearly a pattern here…

The use it or lose idea is indeed part of a pattern, as it is part of a complete thought system, and a thought system is an interconnected network of ideas.  The use it or lose it thought doesn’t stand alone, but is tied in with our ideas of identity, loss, power, and time.  If I look at the life I am living through the use it or lose it mentality, I can see much I have already lost, and many losses that are pending.  I am inclined to start planning and protecting.

If I look at the life I am living through the eyes of Christ, however, I see the infancy and death of my personality, and of everything in between, as facets of a complete whole, as an integrated continuum of Love, being- a whole which reminds me of timeless beauty and perpetual life.  If I look at the personality I am being through the eyes of Christ, I can see it as the tangible becoming of a timeless Truth, and am free to be exactly where I am at, free of the need to glorify one stage over another.  The life of my personality will wax and wane, like the fruiting of an infinite tree, but my identity in Christ will not.  It will not weaken because it is the fruit, and it is the tree, and it is the ground in which its roots are nourished, and it is the sky in which it’s leaves are fluttering.

If we are willing to look through the eyes of Christ, we discover that we never weaken.  It is impossible.  The truth of who we are cannot be found in the same thought system as the use it or lose it idea, but it remains true nonetheless.  And I think Jesus is saying in A Course of Love that we are free to let such ideas go, to drift downstream past the horizon, and simply disappear…  I think he is saying that if we don’t use them, perhaps, we can finally lose them…

You Could Join Us…

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Christ / Poetry

If you haven’t tried everything yet,
by all means keep trying.

That is,
if there is still something you wish
to say or do that seems it might
just be the thing to establish
the veracity of your special
amazing
carefully hidden
sparkling
inner superhero
identity-
the one only you really understand,
the one you feel that you and you alone
must forge in the fires of your achievement
and then quench in your cool wit and intellect,
the one the world would have
finally understood in shocking admiration
if only…
…if only the cracks
of circumstances had split your
private reality a few feet further to the
right, rather than opening up
like a subterranean maw
below the one spot
from which you
were about to spring,
leaping high into the air
to demonstrate
an extremely rare kung fu maneuver
that looks so banal only
a true master would even
be able to distinguish its
potentially devastating power
from a perfectly normal game of
hopscotch-
Go ahead.

Or…

If you’ve tried everything,
and nothing has worked, then
by all means give up.  Stop
wasting your time and energy
on such a hopeless cluster@#%$
of an endeavor.  After all,
the Creation is quite clearly
unresponsive to you.

Maybe start a lecture tour.
You’ve proven Reality
doesn’t work in ways few
of us would ever have dreamed of
considering, and deployed
methods we could never
have withstood or endured.
You are a champion of perseverance.
Your chest is a brick fortress,
a protective device constructed
from the only materials you had available,
the detritus of history and experience.
Only an expert
on the taxonomy of failed
promises and dashed hopes
could elucidate, as you could,
the pitfalls of considering the possibility
that it all works out.  Spare us
that deception.  You have been
to the distant deserts of Hope,
and wrestled baby deer from the jaws
of lions, only to be set upon
by a deranged herd of drunken
wildebeest and kicked through
the desert like a beach ball.
What further proof is needed?

Or…

Look here, You could join Us…

We cordially invite you to
try the Middle Way.  We are
a great caravan of beings, moving through
the desert on this journey
without distance,
whispering, knowing, dreaming,
cooking, cleaning, washing,
rinsing,
rinsing,
rinsing,
reciting the lines that were etched
upon our Hearts, playing
that cosmic poetry game where
you line up our hearts in different
combinations to make new flavors of Light.
(We play that all night long.)

(There’s a word we can’t make without you…)

You could join Us,
so we could stop caravaning
in never ending circles around you,
banging our drums and rejoicing,
all the while imagining how great
this caravan will be on
the Day of your Return.

There’s a word we can’t make without you…
Forget kung fu and the scent of wildebeest…
Think a moment, about who you really Are…

Jesus. Christ. Systems Thinker…

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Jesus is, among other things, a systems thinker.  Throughout A Course in Miracles he reminds us that one of his goals is to help us change our thought system, an approach to healing that he extends beautifully in A Course of Love wherein he invites us to consider that we have arrived, and left the ego behind, but may still be prone to move about in old patterns.  He asks us to consider abandoning those patterns, that we might join together in Christ to foster the patterns of the new.

It has been really helpful to me to consider that undesirable conditions of my inner life- phenomena like sensations of doubt, lack, limitation or fear- are simply patterns of a system, and not necessarily evidence of who I actually am.  This really helps to take the “charge” out of them, and once we eliminate the identification with the patterns, they become so much freer and fluid.  Maybe, (just maybe), wholly replaceable…

Thought systems are incredibly powerful, notwithstanding the fact we so seldom even realize we have one.  (We just wake up one day and start thinking, right!?)  They are the foundation of worlds and they shape our entire experience.  Jesus even says in A Course in Miracles that no one can organize his life without one (T-6, Introduction.2:3).  They are like perfectly smooth operating systems that run flawlessly in the background of our lives.  Everything we know and experience runs through the system, a system to which we generally pay no heed.

Speaking of the power of these systems, Jesus says, “It is a mistake to believe that a thought system based on lies is weak.  Nothing made by a child of God is without power.  It is essential to realize this, because otherwise you will be unable to escape from the prison you have made.” (T-3, VII.1:6-8)  Later, he says, “Everything you perceive is a witness to the thought system you want to be true.” (T-11, V.18:3)

I think it is really interesting to consider that the ego’s thought system and the thought system we share with God are two instances of a common animal.  Aside from the fact that one is totally insane and the other is the key to experiencing the Truth, they are alike in every respect.  They truly are systems.  The way they each work to give rise to a world, to meaning and purpose, and to an experience of identity is the same.  The foundations from which they arise, however, and the subsequent conclusions to which they lead, are absolutely and diametrically opposed.  Good to keep that in mind.

In A Course in Miracles Jesus told us we had gone so far as to identify with the thought system of the ego.  This brings up a key point to keep in mind: we, ourselves, are not thought systems…  We are not necessarily even thinkers.  We are Love, being.  Identifying with a thought system is like identifying with any system, like a political system.  We make this mistake all the time, but we are clearly not political systems, nor are we even political animals exclusively.  We need a system to work within, but we are not the system itself.

In A Course of Love, having helped us unplug from the ego’s thought system, Jesus invites us to adopt the thought system of unity, the system we share with God.  He knows, however, this is easier said than done.  We’re still running an old operating system, and even though we now realize it isn’t who we are, we have no idea what to replace it with.  We can’t even imagine the impacts of running the new system, because we literally don’t have the tools with which to experience it, and the compromise from which Jesus wishes to save us is that of striving to do marginally better with an old platform…

He advises us to recognize the old patterns, and to treat them in a new way.  When we find ourselves, for instance, in the pattern of learning- e.g. surrounded by the conditions of learning such as doubt, fear, struggle, want, or lack- he suggests we not interpret the pattern as we would have in the past.  He suggests we not view these as implying there is anything for us to learn; instead, he suggests we simply dismiss them.  Stop running the old system, and keep the space open for the new to be revealed…

Jesus is a systems thinker, yes, but he is also the Christ.  Good to keep that in mind.  In A Course of Love, he gives the mind a sufficiently debilitating mantra- “dedicate all thought to union”- and then invites the heart forward to lead the way.  Our heart, you see, has no need of these thought systems.  Our heart has never left its home in unity.  Our heart will draw us into an experience of unity, and a discovery of the Christ within.  In order to live with the new operating system, our mind simply needs to be freed of old patterns and willing to join the heart in this new condition.  Jesus knows as Christ, that our identity is with him in Christ, and that thought systems are secondary to identity.  They are but channels through which ideas flow- the rules by which ideas behave- and not the Source of ideas themselves.

Though Jesus is a systems thinker, he is also the Christ.  He is not bound by thought systems.  And neither are we…

The Dangers of Grace

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Poetry

Grace has the consistency of wakefulness.
You can rub it between your fingers
and never even feel it.
But the problem,
is that it gets into your bloodstream,
and later-
when you’re driving in your car,
or listening to foreign language tapes,
or standing on your tippy toes
trying to hang a skillet on a hook-
it travels to your brain
and shuts out the lights.
You have a near death experience,
and forget momentarily
all your reasons for
being a concerned citizen.

Grace’ll do that to you.

It is tasteless and odorless, too,
and it fills up all of space like a gas.
If you forget to wear your mask,
you could breath it in for days
and never even know it.
You would probably feel alright.
But the problem is,
by the time you figured it out,
it would
already
be
too
.
.
.
late.

Thank God…

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Creative / Poetry

We were born adrift,
resilient beads of awareness
shimmering on a high sea, buoyant.
Sparkling.
No land in sight.
The residue of saturated space-
meaning that cooling Emptiness
could no longer hold in solution,
dew drops from the Night’s sold out Vacancy,
falling,
caught
– splat!-
upon a blank canvas.
No land in sight.
We were all swaddling vulnerabilities,
nascent and curious Futures-in-Training,
fields of Potential whose every vector
pointed away from a singular Discontinuity:
the particular breach in the skein of Nothingness
through which we squeezed, emerging,
like the shoots of flowers pinched from cracks
in a granite cliff,
ephemeral Beauty- no, really
blossoms of fast time decorating
an ancient bulwark whose changelessness
is but the slow time grinding of audacity back into a salve.
We were Personalities poured and spreading
like batter on a hot griddle, thickening,
cooking, transforming.

Born adrift,
we set sail.
Born adrift,
we distill meaning from our very movement.
We cultivate context and circumstance,
tend them carefully,
imbue them with desire,
enmesh them with our vector ascendency,
and harvest these delicate herbs to flavor the brew-
a wind is blowing East!
I found a meaning!
Choice is the brush, and we are the ink.
And meaning is derived from the brush spreading the ink…?
(The conscience of a grain of sand
will tell you this is tomfoolery…)
Born adrift,
we set sail in great circles.  Oceans are spheres,
and all paths lead back to the Start.
(What the…?)
(Nevermind, comrades.)
Eastward!
Northward!
Rallying cries obscure a past
whose traceability vanishes into smoke.

Thank God the sailing is not always smooth,
for storms that tear the mast right off the ship,
and render the Brew
Flavorless.
Thank God for the spoiled provisions,
the foul-smelling crates, nearly emptied,
of Bad Ideas.
Thank God there are only four directions to try.
(Westward, Friends!)
Thank God we run out of options,
lose our wind,  and stall,
having reached the most remote
and diminished point in our field of Potential.
Trillions of miles from the sun,
the light is, thank God, quite weak.
Thank God we all eventually wonder,
how is it that we might
just
Evaporate
back into the Atmosphere of Meaning.

And thank God for Meaning,
who doesn’t want a Refund,
and pulls the door shut in our faces,
and then whispers through the intercom:
“You fools!  You already are Meaning.
An incredibly potent distillation of Emptiness.
Unfortunately, the planet is out of the star.
Everyone is watching, and waiting,
because we have finally figured out,
that Creation cannot go back.
So keep going…
Something Beautiful is on the verge…
Everyone can feel it…”

Thank God
a Creation
a Meaning
a Love
is living
inside of us
that
isn’t
Done.