Some of us,
diversely theistic
and atheistic,
are still,
to this traumatizing partisan day,
committed to a multiculturally inter-religious
and ecologically healthy
democracy.
We are suffering
an anxious sense of deeply felt loss
fueled, inflamed, ignited
by RightWing MonoTheistic
and ATheistic
and Agnostic Theistic?
trauma,
fear- and anger-mongers,
weaponized hate-predators,
ideological dogmatists
propaganda influencers.
UnChristianRight MonoTheists
are also LeftBrain verbally dominant
anthro-privileged
patriarchally plagued
by win/lose partisanship
0-sum devolutionary economics
dualistic YangPassion v YinPleasure
dogmatic ideation.
Both Left and Right Wings
failing to feel depolarizing sides
of our comedic-belonging
v tragic-longing
Bicamerally common
cobinary
sense of faithful humor.
About some of us,
diversely theistic
and atheistic,
still,
to this traumatizing partisan day,
feeling shared passion
for a multiculturally inter-religious
and pleasure within
an ecologically healthy
organic democracy.
(“Pantheism Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
People come in all shapes and sizes
But in my experience
There are basically only two types;
Sheep and goats.
Now everyone knows
Sheep go to heaven and goats go to hell,
But pretty much you are what you are
And can only pretend otherwise for so long.
Of course the heaven of sheep
Is nothing more than a nice green pasture
Fenced in and patrolled by a big dog
While the hell of a goat
Is a rocky knoll, with a nice view
And no body to disturb him.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll take the rocky knoll
Without its vaccinations or public school indoctrination
Any day, and any way
Come hell or high water.
After all, I know how to climb and swim
And living free or dying
Isn’t a choice
But a statement of fact.
Now that I think of it
I can understand where the sheep are coming from
And that safe little pasture down there
Sure looks nice,
But wait, isn’t that the mobile slaughter truck
Coming up their drive now…
(10/4/25)
I'm believer
but I ignore the feature
my ignorance is not illiteracy
but avoid intimacy
I'm grateful to all
but with belief not at all
I want peace
I don't live in argument,
in the existence of belief
I'm not in rationalism
where I find myself as atheist
theist in every single living agent
life can do anything
godly power
I belief in living agent
every life can do anything
believing godly activities
in pantheism,
in panentheism
I'm into me pure love rhythm
-January 22, 2020 Chattogram
As we pass along lifes path,
coasting towards the end
of what has been
and what has still to be,
will spiritual release, be granted to all,
or is our heritage to be just dust,
in a vacant eternity.
I have Walked in hope,
I have laughed and cried,
I have seen despair around me,
But there is always someone near,
some help in lifes dark mire
who fill the void with kindness,
Reawakening life's cold embers,
into a warming fire.
Searching for the why
looking for the way
the answer will be found, for sure,
but not I fear today.
lucky are those who live
and question not
Following others who know not
Having faith in a journey
Whose destination is not known
hoping to arrive at their spiritual home.
which prophet to follow,
So many to choose,
There's Christ and Mahommed,
and Abraham too,
Vishnu and Bhudda represent many,
Indeed India had more than any,
China has now, but only a few,
Ancient Pantheism once was rife
maybe that is the meaning of life.
keep looking, keep loving, keep living,
Death might be the only reward!
I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have 10 new age rules,
which are occultic in my view,
stating that he is a tree hugger,
and wants billions of people to perish,
thinking in his view,
were nothing more than cannon fodder,
he thinks the planet is too overpopulated,
and that nature must be "balanced,"
his religion being pantheism or polytheism,
of which one I'm not quite sure which,
All's I know is that this mystery man
worships the sun, moon and the stars,
mother nature in general,
rather than our Heavenly Father
which is new age bizarre,
and that when Charlie Daniels
wrote his hit country pop song,
he must have known about all this,
when he came out with his
"the devil came down to Georgia" hit.
Addendum: They are actually called the "Georgia Guidestones" with 10
New Age commandments written on them.
Not again will I profess
my faith in a personal God
Nor its religions, rituals and rites --
The creator and breeder of acrimony,
rivalry, retribution, fear and animosity.
Nature is my God
My God is the natural world,
The spirit of Nature
is mingled in my spirit --
We evolved together
In every way we are one,
Nature and I are as body and soul;
When you see me, you see Nature,
When you see Nature, you see us both!
I do not aspire for some
imaginary heaven or an afterlife,
And deny
all supernatural inspiration or revelation.
God is the Universe -- Eternal, infinite,
Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresence;
Everything in Nature is an aspect of God,
There is nowhere God is not.
I have nothing to confess
but my love of Nature,
Which I cherish
Revere and
Vow to preserve
In all its magnificence,
Beauty and
Diversity!
~For Brenda chiri-carroll contest
When I think on the hearts of men
And man’s worship of creation;
The glory of the immortal God
Exchanged for nature’s animation.
Such foolish hearts so darkened
In pretense of wisdom fair.
It surely amazes me how long
This type of worship God will bear.
From before the time of Tammuz
Reincarnation had its immortality.
Eagles, lions and man’s image
Have been worshipped in man’s creativity.
The God of all creation
Hasn’t taken a redeeming place,
But rather God’s creation—
Man still worships face to face.
Man is left without excuses
For God’s invisible qualities
Have been forever on display,
Amongst man’s pantheistic antiquities.
But is man now obedient?
Left his pantheism behind?
Never, no never—
For his disobedience remains blind
God created for man’s pleasure
And to sustain his soul,
But man heralded creation
As his worship goal.
Not heeding God’s judgment
Given over to lusts and impurity;
Foolish hearts remain darkened
By pantheism’s obscurity.
Copyright © 2009-2012 Maureen LeFanue
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