"a homogeneous mass of consciousness
God as the all there is, mind cannot name
being both immanent and transcendent
living light intimate in heart aflame”
— Unseeking Seeker
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It is unconscionable to ponder
that God's awesomeness is questionable.
The permanence of his good countenance
lies beyond the sustenance of the shrewdness
of our
insouciant condescension.
The incandescence of His amour in our lives
should remain aglow with eternal longevity,
so that any falsehood
be irreproachably reprehensible,
His presence is without pretence
That thunderous fires
owe His infallibility a debt,
Even when death has dealt with our incorrigibilities,
we must summon courage
to quench the flames of inveterate servitude.
And in solemn solitude
our being
should exude an astute gratitude,
that girds our vulnerability
with great fortitude.
And in the sober cadence of our credence,
we should attest to the sempiternal essence of God's existence,
not to be subsumed by the puerile creed
of a monk with no god.
A MONK WITH NO GOD
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Line of inquiry: “a homogeneous mass of consciousness, God as the all there is, mind cannot name, being both immanent and transcendent, living light intimate in heart aflame.”
not a god of names, but
the hum holding the cosmos together
the petrichor scent after rain
the miracle of conception and birth
the hummingbird’s beating heart
the quiet between my thoughts, as close as my own heart
the vastness between planets
it does not answer prayer
it is the prayer
a homogenous mass?
only to the mind that tries to comprehend it.
Prevailing heavens blest with natural forces,
begs atonement by the humble wheatfield,
quizzingly warranted by eyes gone adrift,
by the chapels’ stained glassed portrayal,
crisscross subjective and the objective,
of the innate witness human challenge,
but to say it isn’t so; summons a review,
of the individual, not by what’s thought,
intrinsic behavior evolves humankind,
furthers involvement by that abstract,
dare not His name per the first of ten,
as the unsheathed bearing its sword,
coalescent heeds the many essences,
fluidity cruises its pull o’er the masses,
as the Titanic shielded its rumored ills,
a song paralyzed hope as uneventful,
ears filled with the air of pulpits' yield,
subject thyself to that nameless one,
compassion is the herald objective,
distant from the ploys of the astray.
A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
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9/22/2025
Are they not
the chosen
who are blessed
unto Heaven’s recall
Are they not
resplendent
who hear past the din
to eternity’s fall
Are they not
emblazoned
with Majesty’s light
from a fire within
Are they not
unwelcome
when days are at end
— and the music begins
(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)
Worship
His
Immutable
Persona
Worship
His
Invisible
Presence
Willingly
He
Inculcated
Pain
Why?
He
Inquired
Powerfully
What
He
Instituted
Properly
Was
His
Immutable
Procedure
Worship
Him
In
Prayer
Worship
Him
In
Politeness
Want
His
Inevitable
Protection
Why
Have
Improper
Peelings
Why
Have
Insidious
Pontifications
Worship
His
Imperative
Pronouncements
Willingly
Have
Instant
Praise
While
He
Instructs
Pervasively
And there shall come a time,
when i shall pour out my spirit on all flesh,
and nigh, that time has now come,
the fallen angels shall be filled with my spirit,
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH, HEYWAH, JA,
and shall serve as the slaves of slaves,
in my kingdom, for all eternity, in great suffering,
and against their will. Selah.
For I AM, and my name is AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH, HEYWAH, JA.
I’m becoming more religious
My god is a man of wit
And his people aren’t fastidious
In the prayers they commit
Everybody understands
Well aware that the trials
Cannot make a better man
From a rancor we acquire
Being tested all the time
With no promise of reward
Being told about the crimes
Of the past we must pay for
I’ve no time for moral babies
I am living for myself
And for my most precious lady
Who once told me I’m her elf
With my god we laugh aloud
Breaking loose from any cell
I have grown from tiny sprout
To dismiss the man made hell.
(for Charlie)
What is it that causes an atheist
To suddenly want to attend church,
And think, huh, maybe there is
Something there after all?
I can see a gradual shift
As doubt and inquiry worm their way
Into an open mind
But a sudden 180 is unusual.
For me in my youth it was gradual
A steady eroding pushed into a landslide
By a sufficient dose of lysergic acid.
But even then it took awhile to really admit
I had been so wrong.
Of course the first step is doubt of what is
Combined with certainty of one’s ignorance.
And as we grow we take these first steps
Again and again.
It warms my heart now right down to my core
To see the example of another human’s sacrifice
Washing out in waves,
A veritable tsunami,
Across the whole world.
No need for drugs to open our heart and mind
When such a prophet does it for us.
(9/19/25)
Our Claim to Fame
A man is more than his name
But a name that lacks honor
Will leave a man lame.
In this life and the next,
Our struggles will define
Our life in the text--
How our immortal soul
Should be counted:
Will it pay the toll?
Spiritually speaking,
Rationality
We should be seeking.
Morally self-control
Is a vital key
To making us whole.
And, socially,
Justice must be
Sought more than vocally.
The lesser struggle--
As a final resort,
Or nothing but trouble.
Wisdom spoken…well and good,
But wisdom needs action.
This must be understood.
Without real effort,
Our life is vague
And nothing but hurt.
Live long and without regret,
In service to others--
And even better yet…
A truly righteous life
To honor our maker
Without discord or strife.
When death draws nigh
And God’s questions are posed,
Honor answers with head high.
Now clear to all our claim to fame:
A man arrived
With an honored name.
It's been a while since I've prayed for someone I don't know
A siren brought the mind afoot to somewhere I should go
'sif wakening vestigial impulse buried long ago
Sunk deep beneath incline that's keeping me from what's below
But something in our makeup made up by a stronger hand
Is there if we but care for care and follow it's command
For even when we scraped our knuckles 'cross a barren land
We somehow knew alone alone is not how we were planned
RAISED AND SQUARED WITH GOD
Lying parallel,
Pleased and thankful for today:-
Perpendicular:
Squaring my service to God,
With love labors to others:-
A priest, as he walked down the aisle,
Tripped up and fell flat on his dial.
Then, like someone before,
He rose up once more
And sang the first hymn with a smile.
Among the virtues, one stands tall,
God exalts it above them all.
Those who profess to walk with God,
But lacks this trait, He deems a fraud.
When Christ upon a cross was hung,
heaven’s love song to man was sung.
God shared His heart; He made it bare,
revealed to us how much He cares.
Patience, perseverance, and hope,
when facing stress they help us cope.
Wisdom, fortitude, and courage
are valued traits in every age.
Humility, prudence, and faith
are traits that made the sages great.
Generosity and kindness
are traits of those who have God’s mind.
Compassion, respect, and justice
are worthy traits that foster trust.
Both temperance and self-control
are worthwhile traits to set as goals.
Assertiveness and diligence
are traits of those who high-posts fill.
Forgiveness is a trait of those
who truly God's forgiveness knows.
Both modesty and chastity
are traits that today seem passé,
yet, none among the noble traits,
the passage of time will outdate.
“God is love”, the Bible says,
and those who love, God homage pays.
So, Paul was right when he did state,
of the traits, “love is the greatest”
The sun rose that September morn, brightly dim.
The moon waned with tears in the shadow of Muhammad.
Stars scarred by footprints, heavy,
as Allah made the descent,
wings seared from the heat of hate,
hitching rides on freedom flights,
Almighty power clothed butchery of innocents.
What idol worship can move the soul to cogitate
that crumbling skyscrapers thrust so deep
would anesthetize a slumbering giant?
Awaken, arise like the billowing dust permeating blue sky,
ascending to heaven with supplication men dare pray
in places children dare not.
Dawn’s chaste early light reconciles blue-crimson white
with the Ancient of Days’ incarnate flow,
cleansing all unrighteousness,
providing hope of our salvation.
Revenge is Mine.
Justice is ours.
Godspeed.
Let’s roll.
Copyright © 2001 by Mickey Grubb
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