The Ten-Thousand Things

There once was a greybeard who looked at the world
“The ten-thousand things!” he spake, lips unfurled

He knew that his number was silly and trite
but a Truth he embedded in his verbage that night

Every bit of nature has presence in its time
but the ten-thousand things change their shape..
as a rhyme

The leaf that today is trod underfoot
in a day might be burned and turned into soot

But the leaf is a leaf for today and all time
and the soot will be soot in its day..for all time

The learned might name the greybeard a dunce
but every leaf, every frog
is ten-thousand things..
All at once

True North

A gift was given
The world was riven

A spectrum profound
I’m ripped from the ground

The gates begin to widen
A new Cosmos to stride in

I seek forbidden rites
The soul is aflight

The Christ spoke it true
Hundreds have been made new!

Afore the Nazarene
A host were made Clean

But my ego interfered
The intellect not reared

I thought myself tall
But in truth, I’m very small

The ego beaten down
My intellect, but a clown

Having realized my plight
God’s Grace is the Right

Knowing the fleshy course
His Grace is the Source.

One Spirit

The Master beheld the pain in this world
He sought to assuage it with power unfurled

It wasn’t as if the pain was apart
He felt it Himself, right down to his heart

To the blind, He gave sight
To the lame, He gave limbs
The poor and needy, He counted as kin

To the sick, He gave health
To the dead, He gave life
To the mad He gave freedom, and ended their strife

But the pain never ended
What more could He do?
The suffering of man, He felt through and through

He wanted to end it
put it soundly to rest
Perhaps He could do it by taking on death…

The root of all suffering was karma, was sin
He knew how to sponge it, how to burn it within

If any had faith, His power they could use
But to heal so many, His body they’d abuse

If that was the price, “So be it,” He thought
He’d give life and limb to see it all stop

For the renewal of Earth
for the joy of each soul
He’d take on their karma, their sin, and their woe

I feel quite the same as Jesus once did
The suffering of others is a thing I would rid

But my strength and my faith compares not to the Christ
If he is a Lion, I fall with the mice

The death of this one that I call by first name
Is the price that’s required if I’m to master God’s game

With ego in balance and conceit in a vise
with a measure of time, I too will be Christ

Walk Into the Day

It’s go-ing on two decades now
the darkness that has beat your brow

For most of it, I wasn’t there
And by God’s own face, it isn’t fair

The oppressive night, you’ve known too long
Your heart is stripped of joy and song

But happiness will find her way
She’ll bring her warmth astride the Day

The Day is like a Sun-kissed field
It’s rimmed by trees that never yield

I speak it true
doubt not the Scroll
The Day can be within your soul

It’s here, and there, and everywhere
The Day pervades like wholesome air

The darkness, though, is like a blight
It lives alone, like sores on-site

It has no truth or permanence
It’s doomed to die in Holy rinse

The hour is nigh
You will be sane

Walk Into the Day
and there remain

Perhaps we were Life

Perhaps we were fish
adrift in the sea

Perhaps we were tadpoles
when life was yet free

Perhaps we were geckos
no places to be

And perhaps we were sauropods
with brains like a pea

Perhaps we were mammoths
with long woolly coats

Perhaps we were sabers
who cut many throats

Perhaps we were wolves
with puppies to dote

And perhaps we were lemurs
with soft tails like rope

Up through the eons
our paths may have crossed

And there are none who can tell the memories we may have lost

Yet apart from all that
we live life anew

Perhaps we were fish
but now
I’m here, with You