Life is much to do about time, space, and place.
Our lives are developed in these three arenas.
It is where our lives are continually altered.
It is also where things go missing.
What is it like to be 34 months and 2000 miles
Removed from a placed you felt at home more
Than any other place and came to love
More than any other.
We all have treasured things that at some point
In our lives can disappear or become missing.
What are a few things that can go missing?
Things like emotions refusing to be disconnected;
Rare things that are very difficult to replace;
Things like moments that feel like magic.
For me, it is the site of raised hands at the altars.
It is the sound of my pastor's voice saying, "Wow!"
It is the Word of God permeating the church's bulletin.
It is an announcement of some new outreach venture.
It is being trained to be a doorkeeper in the House of God.
It is the sound of a man in the pews shouting, "JESUS!"
It is praise and worship compelling me to fall prostrate.
It is the free flowing of The Holy Spirit and a clear
message of salvation that leads people to Christ.
It is a big bear hug from a big God loving man name Sam.
Gentling attention, soul softens silence
Infusing within it, love’s sublime rhythm
Balm of bliss heals ego spawned violence
We’re peaceful and complete in body prism
No doing need be done, save being still
Layer by layer, the false drops away
Soma nectar flows, we drink to our fill
Knowing not the way, this is how we pray
Poised in the void, wherefrom arises joy
We are that, that enables cognition
Neither pleasure nor pain can now decoy
In heart, renewal of bliss ignition
Thus both ‘here’ and ‘there’, as we bilocate ~
We are the doorkeeper of heaven’s gate
11-March-2023
From hall to hall there is always one doorkeeper.
uniformed men sitting down on a stool.
alike a living statue at the same post.
This little man is one of them
Surrounded by greatness
is not part of anything.
Along many years he remains seated
while fixing his attention almost continuously on the passers-by
to whom he is kind of "The Invisible Man".
just waiting at least for a question
just a question that gives life to the sitting statue.
But he doesn´t expect a usual question
That would be the First "Definite Question" in many years
a question that he continually asks himself.
that of revenge in the face of so much invisibility.
The question would be
"What picture or the Museum would you like to belong to?
What character, on what canvas?"
And he secretly answers to himself because "the thoughts of an anonymous man must always remain so".
He says.
perched on the treetops
iguana closes its eyes
soaking in the sunshine
the new doorkeeper
of this deserted house
- one mister spider
6 am and falling rain
bed! how cosy you feel
this morning
Out of opening doors
pours the past into a hallway
and You come to sweep away
times' trial. You who gave me
another life to love before you took your own.
Now here You stand, a Being
in the hallway of my mind,
the ether of My Man.
Do you see us too?
Can you see how old I have become
and the fine man that is our son?
Out of other doors flung open
step those I used to try and forget.
They're best left in their closets, forgotten.
But You, oh You are springtimes' salty tears.
If I could bring the Light of Life back into you,
the door of my heart would open again.