July

From the Hand of God I would like to say This poem flowed easily From the hand of God But I forgot it twice Before even getting it down Then I crossed out a good half And had to consult The thesaurus Finally the spell checker turned red And just before giving up I rescued it by changing The last three lines to All Absolutely all Flows from the hand of God

Truth Has Moved On With anything you do or say or think You must add the proviso "Truth has moved on" A thought has already been thought Before it is thought about And what it was and who thought it Are true mysteries Before fairyland steps in To explains things Truth always moves on And stays a little ahead Of me Poking out its tongue As I try and grasp it

Starting from Here Starting from here Where do you go? Imagine three oranges Or the planet Jupiter Or say "I must become present" All these happen only here Like the clock ticking On your wall So you didn't go anywhere You never do And anyway what clock On what wall? This is just squiggles of pixels From the pixies Upside down on your retina That's what's really truly here See!

A Messy God Today we have a messy God Wreaking havoc A cat playing with his mice Where's the heaven in this? Do you await death To really live? I get sick of seeking sometimes Why try to put A better light on things? On this mess he made It never stops raining And feral pigs are Digging up my lawn Into mud slush holes Even this poem Won't help me much Tonight

Everyone is Her Waiting on the corner For your beloved to appear Everyone is her Just for the instant Before you write them off Everyone is her Just for that tiny moment When your love crazily spreads out Like a shock wave Giving you the big hint And the split second chance To disintegrate

In Awe  of Myself It's hard to be humble When I'm so much In awe of myself I get so ecstatic when I remember to take credit For all that I am and do I wander around drunk as A dragon fly A tulip Or the taste of tamarind And most truly awesome Is seeing the whole thing As you

Everyone Gets a Life Everyone gets a life Said God So why not waste it Looking for something better? For if you do waste it In that way That is the life I gave you

Differences The genetic difference between Man and ape Is around two percent And far far less between Mother Teresa and Hitler And the exact precise difference Between you and a butterfly And God Is nothing

The Eternal Spring Every now and then God turns off The eternal spring Just to get everyone up and running At first I don't understand And swing my pick furiously Into dry clay Eventually my thirst for truth Takes over And the drought surprises me with   A bountiful harvest

The Other Bhagavad Gita In the other Bhagavad Gita Arjuna drops his arrow And lowers his bow And slinks off from the battlefield As the coward Who wouldn't kill his cousins Krishna also needs cowards Depressed and lowly And in the other version Arjuna proudly carried out That harder role The wrath of relatives And himself Was outweighed by His undying love for Krishna Allowing him to offer Such Courageous sacrifice

The Cormorant The cormorant swims Then dives As circles expand Leaving no trace No trace Mind doesn't disappear It carries on Underwater With webbed feet And out of breath The cormorant bobs up A miracle of splashing feathers And mind says "Yes I was right"

The Board of Good Housekeeping In an unusual burst of truth The Board of Good Housekeeping Announced  That sparkling sinks And fragrant powder rooms Owe their existence to The unmentionables Lurking therein The Board of Good Housekeeping Went on to say that Though products of only the Highest standards Would be endorsed They would nevertheless like to Acknowledge in small print The existence of And even necessity for The Subcommittee of Dirt and Filth

My Tooth With all the misery and pain In the world Why would I worry about My tooth? What strange connection to A bit of bone Puts it closer than your asthma Or her leukaemia No perspective may be the True perspective Yet Nisargadatta seemed just right Being a bit gappy Not me though I'm seeing the endodontist

God's Dance Was it you Who told the lie That God can't dance? It's just a silly rumour Cos there's ants in his pants Ants in his pants And stars in the sky He kicks his heels to heaven So you'll wonder why

Seeking Thoughts The seeker knows what she wants The sage has no idea Seeking thoughts home in On their targets Already known by reconnaissance With precise co-ordinates Seeking is done by smart bombs Freedom on the other hand Is a wild missile Blowing all and sundry Willy nilly To smithereens

Where You Belong You can hide away In your thoughts And read this from a distance   Or you can be drawn Right out of this page Into the action Once airborne though Where will you land? Where will you re-form? I say don't Stay floating around Everywhere Where you belong

Silence God accused me of Blaming him for everything And in my defence I asked  What it was he didn't do There's been a Hell of a long silence