it was and is

It was not a Big Bang
(a term of male adolescence
and fascination with explosive quick release)

It was and is a Whisper,
an Outbreathing, a Sigh

The Breath of your Lover in your ear

springing forth

A nature of the universe is that everything is springing forth at once. One's concern that one has the right clothes is intimately connected with attempts to stop radiation leaks in Japan and with a child falling down in Alabama and scraping her knee. One's boredom with one's job is intimately connected with fighter jets over Libya and with the melting of ice caps. Everything springs forth at once, simultaneously, concurrently, no hesitation. We are the ones who chop it into bits, then do our dances with the bits. We call this chopping and dancing our life. At best, we regard ourselves as aspects of this eternal emerging. Ass-specks of some large But we conjure up and fail to comprehend. But we are the But. We but-tress ourselves against knowing and living in accord with everything springing forth at once. We love our linearity and make it so. All creative arts and artists open to the circuminsessional nature of the cosmos. I pray we all open our artist soul.

O

there
is no
there
no
here
either
and
spare
me us
that
no where now here
prop
a
ganda
no prop need
want or
desire

soulular

The One differentiates into a multitude of Souls.
Each of us is a Soul of the One.
I am a Soul of the One.
Each of us is the One embodying.
I am the One embodying.
When I settle, center, clear, and open, I know this.
I love the One who ensouls me, who ensouls us.
I am simultaneously cellular and soulular.
I am an embodying of Spirit, of the Lifeforce.
We all are.

telephone calls

When I was actively engaged as a psychotherapist, I would sometimes get calls asking if I was a Christian psychologist. To me, that was like asking if I was a Ford dealer.

As a psychologist, I was concerned with one's psyche, one's soul and spirit. If you wanted someone who would not color outside your theological lines, I was not your guy.

The theology one buys into can be, and usually is, a straitjacket for one's consciousness. In the telephone calls I mention above, I gathered that the callers wanted someone wearing the same straitjacket. "I want to resolve my problems but only within these strict bounds." Fair enough, but in the words of Mister Bob Dylan: "It ain't me, babe. It ain't me you are looking for."