It was odd, he thought
That as often as not,
In conversation, he fiddled and fought,
He pushed and pulled, he’d twist and cajole,
Suggest and test, infer and refer,
He’d name and game and deny the same,
For what?
Insane! He deigned,
For what will remain
When all is dust, including his brain,
No good nor bad, no heaven and earth
No body to poke, no blowing smoke,
No talk to walk, no walk to talk,
Nothing to gain?
Is it there?
He looked,
In many a book,
In relationship, he’d give; he took;
He lived and learned, he crashed and burned,
He lost and found, he met the ground,
He’d sing and sigh and wonder why his god
Forsook?
And then, he saw,
In the midst of it all,
Submerged within,
In wonder and awe,
A piece of the puzzle, a hint, a clue,
An ‘other’ perspective, a different view,
A glimmer, a shimmer of love so true –
God’s call?
This love, he knew,
Went through and through,
In all situations, it’d lead him, too.
It meant forgiveness; it sent a dove;
It kneeled and healed in an incredible field
Of energy and light, of softness and might,
Imbued.
And so, he loved,
And everything changed!
Synchronization was all that remained!
No judge and no jury, no wind, no fury,
In peace and light, there was no need to fight,
No needs, no deeds, no ‘net proceeds’ –
Surrender!
Just love, he said,
It’s all in your head!
In eternity, you’ll never be dead!
No day, no night, no end in sight,
Count it all joy!
Be girls and boys!
Take nothing serious; just get delirious!
It’s inbred!
This world, he’d preach,
Is just here to teach,
It’s all an illusion, no conclusion to reach,
There’s nothing to do, and nothing so true,
As what is carried within each of you!
So love, and love, and once again, love!
He beseeched.
And then, he remembered,
This, too, was numbered,
‘Synchro-destination’ pulled all rugs from under.
Relinquish, relent, no need to repent –
Forgive and forget, wherever he went,
No expectation, no desire, no outcome,
Just “I Am.”
In Spirit, he found,
Love all around,
Absolutely, in sky and in ground,
In people, in places, in everyone’s faces,
The truth of love beyond even good graces,
It shone, full-blown, allowed death no more traces,
It abounds!
And then, no thought,
Not even ‘Why not?’
One destination is all of our lot,
Eternal bliss is impossible to miss!
So hug and laugh, and dance, and kiss!
The journey’s over, the time is this
We’ve got!
"Concerning all acts of initiative and creation,
there is one elementary truth-
That the moment one definitely commits oneself,
Then Providence moves, too."
~Goethe
