Pieces of Jesus
Like an abstract collage,
the canvas that I am, is comprised
of scraps parsed into a whole.
An element here may reveal a snippet
of truth, another may misdirect and still
others may confound. And where is
the mighty hand that guides? Are there yet
clues to the mystery? Ah, if only the answers
were to be simply revealed.
Look deeper than the pixelated surface,
to see that truly, my Beloved is the one breathing
life into each flower, field, lily and stream.
Let your eyes be your only guide,
as pieces of Jesus appear, Buddha’s hand
arises, and Krishna’ fiery breath blows across
the scene- scattering ashes to the four winds.
Sagrado Corazon de Jesus Curandero Collage de Láminas Autoadhesivas by Harry Chavez
The Simple Joy of Trees
As I walk, breathing in the scent
of spring’s green explosion,
I am ablaze with awareness,
as if I can actually hear singing
coming from every tree I pass.
Not words sung as much as pure
ecstatic joy, the freedom of branches
swaying and dancing in celestial reverie.
I see each one, oak, ash, sycamore, maple,
all as unique creatures, sent here to lovingly
model the Beloved’s embrace. As I walk
relishing the simple joys of trees, we bow-
tree and I- to each other -in deep gratitude,
knowing that our connection is forever,
Sign In Please
Your name will not be needed,
bring only your deepest truth,
even that one, the hand raising,
jumping up and down, pick me
truth. You know, the one you have
tried to keep tucked away, lest anyone
see the reality of your own magnificence.
Sign in please; the night is young and festive
and everyone is waiting just for you.
Take center stage, stand in the omnipotent
glow of your revealed self. Nothing is off limits
here: dance, sing, cavort, do a whirling dervish
just to show us you can. Whatever you bring
is welcome. Thank you for signing in.
We are deeply grateful for the gift of you.
Tapping in Tapping Out
We have become wrestlers on the mat
of our life, not wanting to cry uncle, yet knowing
that the times are increasing when we must-
to save ourselves- tap out, say enough is enough
and take a moment to return to center.
This time out does not connote weakness,
rather reveals the source of our growing strength-
the ability to pull back; tap in to our serene inner world,
and become at peace, once again. Our new mantra
becomes this, tapping out, tapping in, tapping out,
For One Thin Dime
For one thin dime,
I would turn this bus around,
loaded to the roof with whatever wisdom
I have gained. All the refuse
of left over tantalizing bits of did not work,
I will choose to leave all of that behind.
Ready to feel my hands on the wheel of this
bus- painted psychedelic- and reroute
it forward into the masterful realm of possibility.
There will be no need for GPS or any fancy
technology, as the ways taught by the Grandfathers
and Grandmothers will serve me best.
I will ask the land to guide me
wherever I go, remembering that this Earth
is ripe with plenty for each one.
Who’s with me? Who’s ready, for one thin dime,
to turn this bus around?
photograph by R24KBerg Photos
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.