God, Higher Power, Joy, Love, Nature, Peace, Spirituality
There is a pulse and a spirit
under and over our lives,
giving us sanity, clues, natural
grooves to those who are
willing to stop, walk up the backs
of crevasses and ravines, nature’s
cherry, tall mountains yielding
peace in the mind of the sound.
We come out fighting—sperm to
egg, out Mom at whatever pace
We have to develop sixth senses,
cosmic attachments to energy
there when we ask. I asked
for poetry, travelling the song
that is Mexico.
I don’t like music anymore,
because it gets in the way of
Who’s connecting today? Where
is the medicine man, the prophet
designated to go up the hill and
ask for God’s blessing.
A priest denying himself sex?
Folks who meditate in buildings?
Who knows what the earth wants,
can report the facts to others,
pick up an instrument to play again
only when we’re on the same
page, one pulse attempting to please
the LORD, like the Jews in the desert.
Burn the incense, retreat back to
the dirt and calm—
God forgive our running around
with cotton in our ears, so eager
and ready to spout what others
We “Edged Out God” the acronym
for ego used today.
Give us peace, God, and with it
your voice to teach us the way!