The Way
He wrote a bible every day,
a poem without beginning or foreseeable end,
yet like the New Testament
they were the work of his inner Jesus
the same Jesus journey that we all eventually take.
His poetic steps along the way were not usually sacred,
often far from it,
but they inched his soul-conscious self
toward a certain resurrection and ascension
nevertheless.
Seeker, cease looking outside of you,
know thy self, scribe,
believe in the God within you,
create your own heaven –
your Christ awaits.
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