Be Not Fooled

Who sings me songs of candied afterlives
demands I now lie low in expectation –
bow down, await rewards, endure the gyves
shut up, mark time, be meek for the duration –
feel sin and guilt, fear God And All His Might –
some super spook who no one’s seen at all
unless quite daft or higher than a kite
or steeped in myths of Eve and Adam’s Fall.
A Book that offers just itself for proof
is like a dog that chases his own tail.
Religion from religion stands aloof,
leaves little room for justice to prevail.
Those Fathers Up Above are worse than crooks
No Source of All is bound in any books

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Integrity

No bank account decides
if I succeed or if I fail

I’m not sure that I have a soul
but if I do, it’s not for sale

Just ask yourself (footnotes on love)

How could a divinity
said to be loving
buy or sell love
in the currency
of sacrifice and death?

How could a goddess of love
[or a two-bit tin-horn warrior god]
even dream of commercializing it
in any way at all !

Only Love freely given
deserves the name.
In part, all true love is –
like mother love – unconditional –
forgiving even the executioner.

The injunction to love
is equally obsurd –
we cannot be commanded to love.
We are semi-conscious apes
not bloodless angels
immune to desire and need –
ferchrissakes we’re plain lousy
with fear and greed!

Love could not be
the unique attribute
of an ultimate divinity
[to say a god is love
is not to say love is god]
but surely love would be
his or her supreme attribute…
don’t you agree?

A parenting god
could not sacrifice
a beloved child
nor should anyone
entertain the idea
that such a demand
were ever legitimate.

Who in his right mind…
no, seriously: who sanely
would call out for mercy –
now or at any hour –
to a ” father”
who lifted no finger
to save his own
most perfect son?

The judeo-christian bible
is filled with stories
that give off a stench
worse than rotting flesh
or unneutered cat piss…
but then, it’s a very old
and dreadfully edited book.

I am saddened to think
that living trees
are still cut down to print it –
and take consolation
in the thought that those
bent on touting it
no longer have the power
to burn me at the stake.

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……………..evolution of a diamond

KnowThyself
Tell TheTruth

Know
Thyself
Favor Kindness
Show Mercy
Tell The
Truth

Know
Thyself
Favor Kindness
Try To Do No Harm
Discourage Malice
Show Mercy
Tell The
Truth

Know
Thyself
Favor Kindness
Try To Do No Harm
Outlaw The Pre-emptive
Discourage Malice
Show Mercy
Tell The
Truth

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once upon a time I thought the golden rule was sufficient…that is, until I was reminded of George Bernard Shaw’s suggestion that you shouldn’t do unto others as you would have them do unto you…because they may not like it!    I think GBS is right.  We might need more reliable guidelines…so these are mine..

I have seen the light

I have seen the light
been baptized by the rains
tasted coffee, tea
and all the toasted grains
smelt the dog rose
and the freesia
felt floods of memory
great as cataracts
down the hills
powerful as the fear
of amnesia – plus
ten thousand other
modern ills. I have
heard the drunkard’s laugh
the old gossip’s chaff
and I have fingered the dust
of the night moth’s wings
and listened with all my might
whenever blackbird sings.
Men speak, but their truths
and lies seem both so small
while god – if god there be –
has little use for languages at all.

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all other gods can put their clothes back on…

Love

is not a monarch,
political figure –
your boss

Love

courses through all,
breaks down
or surmounts a wall

As a free living water,
Love nourishes cleanses
fortifies and delights
indescriminately –
where the gate is swung wide,
lock paddles open.

Religions speak as
do court flatterers
King of Kings
Lord of Lord –
a wonder the ministers
overlook Emperor of Emperors
for their Napoleonic figurehead

Love

is the god not above
but within – acting the universe
in joy, and not in dread
everywhere at once –
the orderly anarchy
that guides a world,
spins it as an axis

Regardless of
everything else –
yes, even when
all private else
falls apart,
leaves the heart
wretched in the
onslaught and retreat –
water over my feet…
tomorrow is a season
to sweep away the pieces

Even a shoreline
is mutable
& life itself
inscrutable.

Love alone endures
though men are fools
with windlass and reason

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[Since the pyramids cast their shadows at gizeh]

Since the pyramids cast their shadows at gizeh
you’ve been sold celestial heirarchies –
like those structures – cults and dieties
are meant to reflect and justify
that might makes right

The joker who flicked the switch,
we’re told, is the one who decides
who wears the ring – that power
[papal, national, imperial]
is a god-given thing – ordained
sacred and unquestionable
since might makes right

Now sacred global corporations
reflect that big one in the sky
such clever transformations
of the great religious lie
that might IS right

Yes, it started with the pyramids
that’s the reason cults exist
a way to justify oppression – with a perk
in case the first rule was missed –
see there are subtle, deeper reasons
for that crown upon his head
with the wafer you buy the lie
that when you die you wont be dead.

l’envoi
This is the life we are sure of –
Fill it to the brim with love.

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