When all is said and done
in the silence of Night a Voice Speaks:
All Meaning is Created,
In the company of millions
We will walk alone to Nothingness.
And if you be lucky
an Illusion of meaning and hope will accompany you to your end.
There is no Santa, Dear Child-
God, even a bigger Lie:
But this truth is not for You.
Never expect a gift beyond what you can create:
Find your gifts under the Christmas Tree.
Note: The poem should not be taken literally. I do “believe” in “God”. These are expressions of experience. I hope and pray that you find your gifts beyond what you yourself can create!
I walked to the store,
In longing to buy what I had lost.
Though I found it was not there,
So I ran back in agony.
Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,
Though that was not up to my deciding.
I walked to the store everyday,
Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.
One day I got lost too,
And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,
Though of course I was not.
One day my loved ones got lost as well,
And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.
The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,
We were lost forever.
And that was the circle of life.
Let water touch your naked skin;
Remove the cloth of decency & hypocrisy:
Let Water Purify You.
Expose yourself a little-
Bare your skin:
Experience the touch-
Do not swim while emptying the pool.
Experience the Orgy:
Don’t Just believe in It.
I am a modern Man of God,
with Cigar in one hand and Cross on the other;
Holy Spirit in one and Wine in the other;
Seeking the Holy Spirit in Extreme Sports,
the moments between moments when life is still;
In drugs and music:
I have studied the ways of all religions and practice none:
The old sages knew:
For the constant “high”, what you call peace and God
your companions must be practice, rituals and prayers
under both Sunshine and the Storm.
I am a modern man of God:
My knowledge ends where Wisdom begins.
I want a shortcut to God when there is None.
You are a whore to men
women and children too;
Been a lover to beast and man.
Longing to belong we slept with You
in hopes and dreams of today and tomorrow.
In my childhood I gazed upon you with innocent eyes
and a child like heart wishing for things that children do
making me believe I belonged to You and You alone and You were mine.
Now I approach death and realize:
You are a whore from eternity to eternity,
a lover to both young and old,
beast and men: making them believe what they wanted to believe-
filling the void of Longing to Belong.
I approach death knowing that you will have a different lover at your bedside.
But I am not alone in this: many others have passed before me and many more will follow.
The fault is mine: I presumed You to be mine,
an Eternal companion:
Instead You are a whore to every One.
Yet I believe in you still and thank you for this gift which You enjoyed with Me
while I slept with You Longing to Belong.
It is unfair that the faithful companion should die while the whore remains!
Yet You were honest in Your Treachery as I was naive in my love:
You had said it all along: “Everyone will perish except the face of God.”
The illusion of time heals all wounds:
I am sorry for My Anger, My Friend:
I climbed from earth towards heaven gazing at Your Face
and I tumbled and fell to the pith below both Heaven & Earth
where darkness and despair prevails.
I cannot fathom why, my Lord, I hear your voice where darkness is intense
and yet you do not hold my hand and lift me out the pith of darkness and despair?
The Spirit Spoke:
I am caterpillar who wants to be a butterfly:
You are the metamorphosis.
I created You in My Image:
We lift each other out of darkness into Light.
Your joys and pains are mine:
Yet You are Not Me and I am Not You:
I am the First & the Last,
The Living God who, one day,
You will meet with a content soul on the day
when the Object will exist without a shadow:
I, without an Image.
When I die
do not pray for me
or perform your rites and rituals.
If you must, Live Well-
Our creation and resurrection are as a Single Soul:
Perchance you may be the bird on whose back I soar to Heaven.
In Muslim practice, one recites Surah Fatiha for the deceased. What is interesting about this recitation is that it is a prayer for one’s own guidance and there is nothing in it for the deceased. Why then recite it for the deceased? I understood the answer to be in Ch 31: verse 28 of the Quran “Your creation and your resurrection are not but as a single soul.”