John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

Fog hovering over the cemetery.
Very mystical.

If a seeker becomes a seer
will she still be a seeker?
Will she not also always
be a doer?

Once again, these stones,
down in the damned darkness:
How the hell does this happen?
From the bright wedding feast,
the ecstatic bridal chamber —
to the dank, cool tomb of bones.
I scream and scream, praying
someone will hear; then gasping
in awe, I know here, now:
This place as heaven’s womb.

Dwelling in heaven:
Your tender penetrating gaze
impregnates me now.

The psalmist said, “Be still and know that I am God.”
It’s even harder to Let go and let God.

Since we’re all getting off the train at the same station
why are some of us in such a hurry?

Does a seeker know she will never find what she is seeking?
Does she care?
Nevertheless —
she remains a light in the darkness.

While chasing yawns with deep breaths, I wondered:
When and where was the first WTF written on a cave wall?
Like-minded lichens gather together on the rock of time.

What we can’t classify we deify.
That’s the way we justify.
But does that really rectify?

I don’t want to be a celebrity.
I just want to see what’s wrong
and what’s right with me.
Then it’s okay to be.

Everyone needs a scapegoat:
Someone to float their boat,
Someone to blame for all their shame.
The Nazis had the Jews;
The rednecks have the blacks.
Is life a game of jacks?