"In Bahia, Brazil, April 1832. Sublime devotion the prevalent feeling... Twiners entwining twiners. Tresses like hair. Beautiful Lepidoptera. Silence. Hosanna!" ~Charles Darwin, Journals
God Evolves
God is evolving.
She doesn't know what will happen.
That is the secret beauty
of her dance.
Naked
We were naked babies together
in the Mother's bath tub.
She instructed us to swim and kiss.
Later, someone gave us Commandments,
but She taught us the value
of warmth.
Not A Secret
You, my dear, are not a secret.
Don't wait to be discovered.
God has already discovered you
and shouted the name of your heart
to all the planets and stars, crying,
"Look what I did not make,
so that she could make herself!"
Your light isn't sealed in a can of humility,
a gesture of religion, or an asana slathered
in scented yoga gel.
You are not the shadow of a glossy image
from the pages of another world.
Be this body whom earth and water,
fire and wind are drawn to:
their dance the imitation of your joy!
Green things quiver from soil
at the faintest thunder of your aimless
barefoot wandering.
Birds sing, not to wake you up,
but because you are awake.
Why don't you slip out of all seven veils
into something more comfortable:
the pure original nakedness
for which creation trembles.
The Beginning
In the beginning, silence.
No Word, no Plan, no Idea.
God didn't say anything.
She was just humming.
It all starts to happen like this
in the infinite now.
There's one difference though,
between us and God.
When She bows down
and humbles her cortex
in the land of the ladybug,
whatever She touches, is.
Ping! The earth appears.
Ping! She bows to the moon
and there it shines!
Ping! The sun a golden dot on her brow.
Every planet, every star she bows to,
Ping! like a sandalwood mallet
creating the bell it strikes.
God does not design this universe
out of knowledge, but wonder,
and reverence for herself.
LINK to video reading of these poems.
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