in the wee hours do you hear the messages written to you on the skin of your soul? is it time to jump from your cultural survival plane without a parachute certain you will land on your feet like that dream you had so many years ago? is there a boy scout pretending to be alive like your friend's soul message telling you to follow the rules and be good, instead of dancing with the stars or is the boy scout really dead and you have moved on to love over duty? is love really the power you have been thinking comes from having money? does this divine essence make a home for living in and an abundance that pays the bills and brings bliss can you really quit searching and start living? tonight the message written on the tablet of my heart says only one word: it stands alone beating out the tune of the One who formed the Universe saying YES, YES, YES
open the doors i say to myself unscript the splendor of life live it whole no boxed edges sight is not what you see but what you've been given open the your sleepy eyes i tell myself let the dawn rise inside, the sun shines from your lighted being God is in heaven but heaven is in your own bones unblock your plugged ears,Jude words are the source of creation you are not waiting for life you are making it, say the word make it flesh and Christ is alive in you walk into the sunset unafraid of the dark i sing an even song to myself on the road again uncover the only path...they all lead to Nirvana Love all powerful holds you and the million Universes together praise the source adore all being sometimes hard sometimes easy always in harmony sing to the light and to the night and to the All One your home.
almost two weeks now Dad has gone to parts unknown though i feel him wherever i go the most haunting when Alexa at Toni's house started singing without being cued and a blues song about sin and crossing Jordan came on, my Dad's last name Jordan and he was a Baptist preacher, oh, he is around all right watching over my mother, checking on me in new ways, i feel less of a loss i think than those of my kin who believe in a far away heaven where they will join him some day what we know is little, but people keep telling me they felt him close when they saw one of his favorite birds, a cardinal come and sing to them, when i heard affirmations from him when i was writing his funeral poems, is it true i have an extra advocate unseen helping well if it's not true than i'm not hurting myself much to feel him near
it has been more than fifty years since I began to think of myself in feminist terms though I was born rejecting the third class citizenship card i was given for no other reason than my birth. my mother is 91 and will lose a bunch of the compensation my father had when he died a few days ago though she was married to him for 71 years and worked by his side on the mission field and in churches across Maine until she got her master's degree and began teaching school though well past her prime i turn seventy in a few days and live on the nothing that is the result of raising children in my youth and divorcing when I was forty, working to get my boys through high school with almost no help from their father my ex and theirs he rides high in his retirement while i collect $312 a month from Social Security and the yahoo clown in our white house continues to banish those of us who have very little in support of his cronies, though we are used to that from those who rule us and scream that we should vote. for what? another version of the screw job? We are all on this road to perdition. God on the backs of those who persecute and care little for their souls or the anguish of those who find themselves unable to live. i am a believer in Love, in a world created and sustained by this phenomena very few take time to understand. it is not a secret hidden in sacred books interpreted by powerful men, but an announcement written inside each soul and proclamation of nature loudly stated by stars, waterfalls and oceans. i chose this day to be kind, to love as if tomorrow will never come to ignore the lies that make up our daily lives and to be concerned and guided by nothing but the One Creator, sustainer, lover, giver, and caretaker of all that she has made in fact sometimes when i look in the mirror I can see my resemblance and it is about the only thing in this wide world that makes me smile and keep on walking there is nothing better for me than knowing where i come from and where my inheritance resides that there is not one little piece of creation to which I am not kith and kin to the Great Mother Father origin, essence and presence of all the Universe be honor Amen.
night falls quickly pain psychic all encompassing a scrape on the skin of my soul, stinging and bleeding i hold his hand and he vice grips mine as if he were not leaving yet as if this thing we lived in would go on and on
his lips are open only the lower half of his false teeth in his dry mouth i swab it bringing back childhood memories of Jesus on the cross, I want to take his picture but my camera won't pick up his spirit hovering soaring above his failing body hesitant to let it go he hears the trumpet calling over the sound of the furnace and the sorrowful heartbeats of his wife and children love pouring it's tune into the silence some of the children still hanging on tight to his one good leg his picks his crusty nose like an infant unconcerned with protocol his empty stomach gurgles echoing empty, saying, "No one home." he is flying unaided by mortal invention he is making his way home