THE SEVENTH DAY

THE SEVENTH DAY

If you think that God should be doing more; IF IT ISN’T  ENOUGH that god’s Love cures all ills, consider the possibility that this is the Seventh Day.

The First Six Days took Millions of Years. God’s Day of Rest on the other hand is Forever.

It has been said that if this is acceptable to us that we may then live in God’s Timetable; The choice is hours; a few more minutes; or Forever.

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BANG

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BANG

Eternity occurs in an instant.

The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first event.

The Physical takes forever. The Memory of Forever occurs in an instant.

With the snap of Metaphysical Fingers, We  beget Our Great Self.

In the material world every event but the first one is (was / will be) a response to the one before it.

The memory of what we call the past, the present and all future events throughout eternity, the endless procession of all events is stored in a special place that we often call NOW.

Time is necessary only for the purpose of measuring those events  that  appear to give us meaning.

And so, speaking in the language of the material world, the result is total Memory which can thus be called Total Knowledge.

And so, speaking in the language of the material world, the result which is also called Total Knowledge may now be called the Source of all Love.

And though Love resides only in the immaterial world the material world may not progress without it for the material world must constantly be simultaneously devoured and defended which requires Fear which itself requires Love.

Time is unnecessary.

In Truth there is no first.

In Truth there is no last.

In Truth it is the same to say that all evolved as to say that all is creation..

The memory of Past, Present and Future events occurs in an instant.

The Future of life is Forever.

In Truth the words “was”, “is”,” first” and “last” offer no Truth.

In Truth, Time is an illusion.

BANG

 

 

LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE

It is impossible as head-nodders to learn the true subject of our gossip.

But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…

like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.

We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether

greets the grey of gloomy,
now gone.

As sundown teases, murmeration ceases;  with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of billowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.

Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…

we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle

And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whats-his-name?”.

“Oh yes” we reply, “he had so many strange, new ideas”.

And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…

and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
forgetting yet
another
Love Story.

HO HO HO

 

My son, whose brief but popular career as a nightclub comic, once told me that his formula for creating stand-up jokes was one he learned from others of his ilk. His method: make a ridiculous statement; then prove it. Hmm;

I am not thinking of a white rhinoceros. I know this because I am saddled to an elephant hippety- hopping hither and yon. (If this isn’t funny perhaps it ‘s because I am not standing up. Try hippety hopping astride an elephant some time…or atop a white rhinoceros.)

FOLLOW THE LEADER

 

The best style is the style you don’t notice. Somerset Maugham

 

Follow the Leader,

A popular game

Better than anything known.

 

A Daisy Chain

Which leads to what?

A dull edge; to be honed.

 

Forget The Leader

Withdraw your Knife

And check its blade,

How keen?

 

How reliable?

Will it part

The Rarest from The Mean?

 

Now, to its sheath

Replace its Quick

Decisive, well honed Edge

 

And trust it, yes

To separate

The Morsel from the Bone.

 

CRUMBS OF INFINITY

 

No one wants to be ordinary but everyone follows the crowd.

Uniquity? Popularity?

Those who seek to have their apple turnover over and over must first snatch it from the jaws of those members of The Apple Turnover Club to which they now belong.

Look at ’em go….(who am I talkin’ to?)

And, as for that cherry turnover? They look alike, you know.
They look exactly alike.


Hand that snatched the turnover

INTERROGATIVES

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How many millions are in a trillion?

How many leaves in a forest?

How many souls exist in forever?

How many came before us?

Where is it written?’Where are the answers?

Where is the heavenly Chorus?

When did the Big Bang Beget the beginning?

Is the answer there before us?

What if I told you I knew all along?

What if you held a Thesaurus?

A new interrogative might have an answer

Or perhaps it would simply bore us.

Perhaps I had better ask Morris

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