It Iz What It Iz
You have to know where your mind is.
It has been said: 'in any moment
you are a Buddha or a devil'.
Often
this heavenly world is hellish,
more often perhaps, this hell
is a heaven.
Folks ask why?
Why does the lovely get ugly,
why does the sublime get dirty?
Why kindness turns cruel,
why even the disgraceful
can rise to be full of grace?
Why truth
can be both harsh and sweet.
The answer is
(and generally I am not great on answers,
but I am sure in this matter I am correct).
We create what we see and find.
It’s in your mind buddy,
and it’s not your mind, it’s God’s
we just use it;
use it badly.
When the body dies
we will arrive exactly where the mind is.
It might be what the religionists call ‘heaven’
or it might be closer to hell.
You may meet your fallen angel, and that fake being
will have been you all along.
You gotta get God’s Mind straight
or you are going to -up big time –
I mean, if time actually existed,
I mean if that 'you' actually existed.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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