Best Godlight Poems
Wisdom scriptures swell through every harmonic creed
each deed spoken across culture's regenerations,
singing multicolored psalms of Paradise
Earth rebirth again through anthro-chosen death
of stale humans only need apply
to and for heaven's ridiculously opened gate
Radically sensuous ecojustice
sung by crickets
feeding songbirds
flying on and on back toward sunrise
sweeping across EarthMother's original baptism
in SunFather's fertile rays of godlight.
Integrity's incarnate presence
without monocultural apartheid
or even anthrocentrism
Messianic light by which all have come,
by which all return,
no creature comes through Father Time
on Virgin Mother Earth
but through and with each co-empathic Other.
Bodhisattva nature mystics
learning to plant and harvest souls, Earth's seeds
of holy holonic consilience,
synergy,
authentic agape I AM
this integral erotic EarthTribe WE ARE
fathers and mothers of rich multicultural birth traditions
evolving revolving time measured light
remade in humane power's uncontrolling image
Re-creation re-imaging
re-connecting
re-syncing
re-ligioning
re-generating imagined
time's revolving warm
nutritious
nurturing
spacious light
engorging timeless night.
Puritan politics of mono-theistic unsensuality,
like cold mono-polistic economics,
is either consiliently enlightened
or tyrannically disempowering
EarthMother sacred
or monochromatic anthro-privileged hubris
uprooting polypathic unconditional trust
exploiting fear of monoculturally elite dinosaurs
devouring spiritual paths toward more complex
synergetic
polymathic win/win elegance
Political bodies engaging resonant peace
restoring economic EarthJustice outcomes
for CoMessianic depolarizing rights
to regenerative polytheistic practices
enlightening timeless past
empowering spacious futures
below/above
inside/outside
immanent/transcendent
inhaling/exhaling
en/pantheistic practice.
He said to not look upon his face,
But to listen to his voice,
Or I will surely die in grace
If I should make that choice...
And if I turned my eyes
In the direction that he be,
It would be the last time
That I return what's given me...
Thru eyes that are just gateways
And the windows to my soul,
Which tries to leave the same way
That it came an angel told...
What's given must returneth
To the light from which it came,
For the living that affirm this
Gets a halo in his name...
So look upon the light
If you are ready to receive,
The only thing that's right
About the things we all believe...
Terry
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