I drop my personal baggage
and kick off my political shoes;
I doff my scholar's cap,
slip out of my idiosyncratic shoes
and shed my sexual robes
to swim in the spring of peace.
the world of full of the divine
and would be empty without it.
it is not only that which holds
the parts of atoms together
but also the parts.
things are not what they seem,
they are constructions of the divine,
there are not boundaries between this and that,
between divine and divine is divine.
compassion is that state of mind,
which recognizes the divine.
Top of Patmos
was that Patmos
the ferry pulled into
was that a full moon,
and did the soft, warm wind
blow from the south?
was that a priest
was that a monastery
at the top of the mountain?
it did seem a heavenly place,
perfect for human habitation.
was I ticketed for Mikonos?
self found in dark woods middle
not in fear of mystery or creatures
blocking the path out the valley,
but in awe of deep nature, deep,
one soul seeks.
not alone but one of all
in the middle of history's path, midway from
eternity to eternity, at the bottom of the cycle,
a longtime coming to natural disaster,
a longtime to go if spirits are revived
and minds reined in.
the cycle was broken, the circle straightened:
minds created separation, built partition,
destroyed natural unity, left
humanity alone to fend for itself
against the rest, elevated the human mind
to false plateau, opened the way to loss
of faith, began the struggle to eliminate
what seemed bad, to make a perfect world:
one-sided, trapped in the mind.
has mankind destroyed the world
from which it rose?
are the ships burned?
do we stand on abyss?
there is no time. there is eternity.
here fear is lost, here the mind pales.
the spirit thrives. here answers
are given, although thoughts subside.
here pleasure is a lack of sensation,
peace is the selfless glow of life.
only a taste of eternity will save our souls
from the present. mankind is wasting
earth's resources, and is on a course
of material indulgence leading to an ignoble end.
we put the organic remains of millennia
into the air, and the inorganic
poison of industry on land and in seas.
we recreate our only home in our own image,
an incomplete image of minds
gone asunder, thoughts run rampant, hopes
and wishes spent fruitlessly on throwaway
things. we spend what we do not own,
and lose what chance
we have to keep our world.
only as individual souls can we experience bliss.
create peace. turn from the material world
to the spirit that resides in each of us.
only as souls together can we restore
life on earth to health. we start with our homes,
our neighborhoods, communities, move on to our regions,
whole continents and the entire globe.
together we can sacrifice the unneeded for the necessary,
forgive the past for the future and
learn to love all souls the same.
Copyright James Phoenix 2017