The Gates of Heaven

Outside the gates of heaven

There was a lot of pushing and shoving

Not the sort of crowd I expected

And no shade

From the light

But most humiliating

Were the three angels

Going up and down calling for

Ne’er do wells

And down and outs

And taking them in through the

Side gate

I could see them inside

Getting their wings and halos

And immediately they were flying

And sitting back

On clouds

While we waited

What is the World ?

I asked God to be clear

And tell me exactly

What it was

The world is

Unable to restrain himself

He blurted out the answer

He said:

“It’s a fashion parade

Of sorts”

That’s the first time I

Heard the truth like that

From him

But…………..

Trying to understand it

What fashions? What are the fashions?

Which parade - and who’s parading?

And “of sorts” -  is it or isn’t it?

Eventually I decided

To keep looking for

A more sensible

My Advisor

People say

“Yes this is a dream

A silly dream”

Then they go and

Insure everything

But my advisor said

“Don’t worry

You are already insured

Because I always keep the pieces

For something else”

A Different Tongue

God speaks a different tongue

One we dare hint at

Only on TV

And rated X

Misery is proof of God

Because not even Hitler

Would do the

The things he does

Only he can possibly

Understand himself

Our job is simply

To love

Force 10

Even if God

Breaks wind silently

It’s still force 10

On the Beaufort scale

Everything he does

Is over the top

And irreversible

And he will never apologise

Or excuse himself

You yourself might backtrack

But that is God’s

Secret game

That you love to play

When God wiggles his hips

It’s force 9

On the Richter scale

And the earth moves

In accordance with his wishes

My advice is to get yourself a

Good foothold

And hang on!

Drunk on the Table

It’s hard to be consistent

When you don’t exist

So why try?

Why not say silly things

Like “yes” then immediately “no”

And be yourself

Dancing drunk on the table

Is only stupid

From down below

Watching

From up here

It’s so free and easy

You don’t even know

What they’re pointing at

So come on!

Jump up and join me

The Village Idiot

Quick!

Here comes the village idiot

If he recognizes me

He might call my name

And he does

So transparently clear

That smile lights the shadows

And his lover’s eyes

Invite me in

To dance

He says the same thing

As last week

And it’s just as absolutely

Wonderful

I can hear God whispering

Suggesting I oil

The squeaky wheel

And pump up the tyres

On his cart

And of course

I do

Thinking of me

 
When you’re thinking

Of me

You’ve left me

To do that

You must

And while you’re walking

On sharp rocks

Absorbed and distracted

You joined me

And we take

A single step

But please don’t try anything

Because to be honest

You thinking of me

Is just an idea of mine

To get you

Happening

We do What we Do

Everyone’s right

But my rightness

Overrides your rightness

That’s my job

Of being me

Even when I’m thinking

You're right

And I’m wrong

That’s my rightness again

Everyone is completely right

All the time

It can’t be otherwise

That’s why

We do what we do

The Show Must go on

You want the dream to end

So you can enjoy

A good night’s sleep

And an energetic life

But it can’t happen that way

When the dream ends

There is no you

To realize

You never existed

Zilch

But don’t be disappointed

Because

The show must go on

    Take a Look

When trying to see the future

You can only see up to now

Take a look

And when trying to see the past

You can only see back to now

Take a look

You’re not trapped

You’re free

Take a look

Who is it?

Who is it that doesn’t

Accept their life?

Even the biggest whinger

Is just that

And doing his job

Magnificently

I Make the World

I make the world

Without numbers

Or letters

Though professors do try and

Crack the code

Playing lotto with digits

Not one flower

Can say its botanical name

Yet all spread their scent

With perfection

I create this world now

Without the slightest hint

Of meaning

And here it is before you

As absolute

Proof

What One is All are

In the world of differences

One theme is woven into

The fabric

“What one is all are”

Take the zebras

You can’t tell who’s who

Unless you have stripes

And the sardines

Can one even tell itself

From the others?

We are all this unknown

One

And knowing this makes

Yelling at your neighbor

Far more playful

   Eating the Strawberry

I tried to not eat the strawberry

But when it came near

And I could see the colour

My arm just reached out

Automatically

In spite of the rules

And regulations

No one saw me acting

Against my will

And I think I

Got away with it

What happens next

Will help me put the

Story together

In the most logical way

I hope I come out of it

Alright

Bag Lady Poem

At night the bag lady

Writes poems

Like these

She picks up words

During the day

And assembles them into

Riddles of life

For you and me

She is bedraggled

But please don’t think

For a minute

That she doesn’t know

Everything

It’s late

She’s finished

And needs to get some sleep

Her trolley cart is waiting

For tomorrow

Strings of Joy

Please don’t mistake me

For being sad

When I am

And please don’t think I’m

Happy these days

Just because I’m laughing

For I’m connected by

Strings of joy

To the puppeteer

And I’m always

Ecstatically

Obeying his commands

Swatting a Fly

In the swatting of a fly

All is revealed

Or in the withholding

Of that swatting

The same

Even in no idea

Of swatting a fly or not

All is hidden

To be seen

Don’t be Scared

Don’t be scared of me

Said God

Because I don’t exist

Except as everything you see

And Feel

It’s True

It’s true

Said God

There is no you

But it’s not because

You are me

Oh no no no !

It’s because I am you

Get it?