Eternal Energy

Our energy is like pollen that we spread to all around us;
Some may open to receive it, and some turn away.
Some can't accept what we offer, as it is foreign to them;
These may remain as our neighbors, but never as family.

Not all around a mighty oak are destined to become trees,
And not only the trees are needed to complete a forest.
Even the duff that's produced by the oak's decay
Is important to sustain the life it, again, becomes.

The only caste system in any culture is imagined;
Neither ants, maggots, nor termites are untouchables.
They are simply the workers that we don't often see,
Refreshing energy for newly formed earthly life.

There's no new energy; it is all Alpha and Omega.
The Spirit than was in the beginning is now and forever.
It is our human duty to shelter The Sacred Spirit
In ourselves and in our family's holy home.

There are those who wish to possess your seeds.
They are the ones who cannot allow any pure beauty,
Without owning and controlling it for their own pleasure.
These will destroy a full forest to build their own beds.

We must be careful to whom we open ourselves.
Is their dust around us pollen or poison?
We must also be careful with whom we share,
As some wish to hoard our Sacred Spirit in a cage.

They will cut us off from the roots that feed us,
And when we wilt and die, they will replace us.
We can only pray that the joy we've given
Will become sacred energy in other's memories.

I was once a mighty oak, in a thriving forest,
But I continued to have branches pruned,
And poisons poured around my roots.
But the poison poured didn't kill all of me.

Two of my acorns lived to sprout in new soil;
By others in the forest, they have been taken away.
When I see them sheltering their own small trees,
And I am overcome with gratitude for their grace.

I weep for the forests that are not nurtured;
Where every leaf that falls is quickly taken away;
Where no care is taken in grafting and pollinating,
And the tiny trees are too crowded to thrive.

I wish that my body could be put upon a pyre,
And set out in the shade of a huge oak tree.
Birds feast on my flesh and bones enrich the soil,
This would seem perfect recycling for my energy.

Or take my body out on my much-loved lake,
With my friends and family in my funeral boat.
Mark the spot where I am placed in the water;
The crabbing will be very good here.

I lived to laugh, love, and leave an impression.
Sing; dance; eat; drink; laugh until you choke.
I see nothing sacred about sadness,
And you will never be free of my energy. HaHa!

The Martyrdom of Motherhood

The worst part of parenting, for me, was the pressure to be perfect.
Fathers don't live with the many reasons their children will, them, reject.
It matters not that the mother must choose to put her own life on the line;
The passive planter of the seed is the parent who is worshiped as divine.

Some believe that mothers are the objects of progeny's worship,
But the "gods" are always free to, their lesser subjects, reject.
When one is found deficient by the god to whom one sacrificed,
The supplicant is encouraged to offer more of one's very life.

This is not the way that humans are taught to see motherhood;
Mothers are seen as the receptacles for all earthly evil and good.
They are also seen as the source, even though they are vessels,
So they are eternally blamed for all universal and earthly ills.

Mothers are also forbidden to ask anything in return;
Demand for justice is reason enough for them to be burned.
My children are long grown, but they still blame me
Because their father didn't think I was as perfect as I should be.

I am weary beyond my human physical capacity;
I will no longer care what others wish that I would be.
It matters no longer to me who thinks I deserve hell;
I simply give what I have, as long as, on earth, I dwell.

I know some will see me as sinner and some as a saint;
The picture of my imprint on earth is not for me to paint.
As a leaf falls and feeds the soil, I see my death;
This is the image that has given my living spirit rest.

I hope the good I gave my children exceeds the bad;
I honestly gave them all the positive energy that I had.
I demand nothing from them because I am not a goddess;
I simply hope they pass on to their children my being's best.

An Attempt to Reverse My Ancestral Curse

The first faces of the Divine that any baby should see
Are the faces of his/her creators, through their sexual unity.
What horrors have been visited on humanity's perceptions
By the pursuit of human power through sacred sex's rejection.

Why must we believe that Mary was eternally a virgin,
And that her partner was denied as her physical husband?
They both came from families, groomed for centuries,
So that their precious progeny would, in sacred truth, lead.

I reject the notion that their child was more than human;
It is on his humanity that my desire to follow depends.
I wish I had more information on his life with his parents;
It seems to be missing, from his teens, and ever since.

Surely someone knows who taught the boy the Talmud;
There must have been rabbis by whom he was best understood.
I will never believe that his Jewish parents on this earth
Were not his first faces of "God" when he was given birth.

God's vengeance is a hoax to assume ultimate eternal power
Over The Sacred Spirit, with which all humans are showered.
If we go back to Genesis in defining each of ourselves,
"Heaven on earth" is where humans can still choose to dwell.

I love my parents and their wrong religion that damned me;
They were limited by what they were told they should see.
I believe that every spark of positive power that was shared
Lives on forever in those for, and by whom, we're cared.

The church of my mother denied heaven to my black nannies,
Even though their unfettered love is what surely saved me.
Jesus had a reason for proclaiming blessings on the wombs,
And black breasts that saved many from early tombs.

I'm a faith baby of the true followers of Jesus, who were black;
They nursed many a child as they and their children were attacked.
I long for a way to make up for the sins of my father and mother,
But I lack the understanding of my race's sisters and brothers.

The color of one's skin is not anyone's decision.
How can we continue to call racists "Christian?"
We must stand with the black parents and their sons;
Many of us owe their grandmothers what we've become.

I am constantly amazed by the capacity for joy in faith
The most oppressed of our people, their Jesus, imitate.
Their children continue to be brutalized for their color;
They suffer along with Mary, their savior's mother.

Religions have been perverted by those who seek personal power;
It is time that humans, on earth, responsible compassion, empower.
The only way I feel that can reverse some ancestral harm
Is the use of strong words, for sounding injustice's alarm.

The travails of humanity, as described by Genesis
Started with the secrecy on which Adam did insist.
Fully listening is the most sacred gift visited on humanity,
The grace from which humanity continues to flee.

Open up our hearts and our truths about our ancestral life,
Without religious predators who wish to, of each, take a slice.
It takes no money are talent to reach out a loving hand;
This is all that the new human covenant truly demands.

My Perspective on Pentecost

What if Pentecost was actually the Second Coming of Jesus, and we have all been missing that fact. Jews celebrate Pentecost as the giving of the law to them through Moses. The followers of Jesus, with the fire of The Holy Spirit, had the distillation of the law branded onto their hearts at Pentecost. Isn't this a possibility?

These people gathered to celebrate the Jewish holiday had been taught how to live the law by serving and celebrating all manifestations of their God on earth. Jesus had exemplified this and had even agreed to be put to death as the last blood sacrifice to a vengeful version of God, based on the old practices based on fear.

Joy in life in The Sacred Spirit became the new covenant. Awe replaced animal fear. Jesus's friends were on fire with The Sacred Spirit of Jewish Jesus, something that is frightening to those who don't understand this level of passion. There was no longer the need to circumcise or baptize in order to prove that all are one family. The human touch of service from one person to another became the way to draw people to their own Pentecost experiences.

When we hug another person with no need to receive a hug from them, we are passing Pentecost on to another. When we feed someone with love, we are handing them some of The Sacred Spirit, along with the savory sauce. When we look someone in the eye and allow them to tell us their stories, we are acting as a Christ to that person, at that time.

The Sacred Spirit doesn't have a favorite religion or ritual. In the wonderful words of Diana Ross, "Reach out and touch somebody's hand; make this world a better place, if you can."

My Energy As a Galaxy?

Why do we have the human need to diminish all, including The Divine?
Can I not accept the importance of anything I can't claim as mine?
I have always felt more energized by the differences around me,
Hoping to absorb into myself some new manifestations of energy.

It makes no sense to me that some claim to know "God's" nature
It has made less sense to me as my spiritual life has matured.
I don't even understand cosmology, which is much less profound;
Those who say they have definite answers, are liars, I have found.

Great science, like great religion, is always open to experience;
These are the "truths" humans have, from the beginning, and ever since.
Too often truth has been defined by only to those who simply read,
And reword the same old traditions; this is not what humanity needs.

Religion has become so mired in the halls of academics and politicians;
It it time for all the arrogant charlatans to offer their followers contrition.
The people must open their mouths and proclaim their spiritual truths
To protect our bloodied and wounded world from further "godly" abuse.

The Spirit of Life looks and feels like every experience on earth;
This truth has been diminished by glorifying the tribes of birth.
The Divine has every face, every voice, and every gender known.
When will we stop denying parts of the glory that we've been shown?

Until every child is cherished and protected by every human parent,
Humanity will not reach the potential that should be, to us, apparent.
The point of creation is to continue folding inward on each other,
Until we're indistinguishable in eternity as mother, father, sister or brother.

All our energy will eventually return to the Divine Genesis of Eternal Life;
We will be one with The Sacred Spirit, as sacred husband is to sacred wife.
Nurturing each flame of energy is our sacred responsibility;
It is not for us to know what happens in the great scheme of eternity.

What do I care if the energy I shared then fuels a new universe?
I would feel that, if it died with me, I must have been a curse.
I love to imagine that the energy that once manifested as me,
Could, at some time in the future of the universe, manifest as a galaxy.

Boundaries of Behavior

When will "Christians" and "Catholics" stand up to the corruption of the church of Rome?
So many continue to disobey, without refusing communion with their abusive home.
This political earthly kingdom, with palaces and princes, continues to pervert
The examples of Jesus, who lived in joyful, responsibly compassionate work.

This religion has pretended to be based on the traditions of the chosen ones,
All the while persecuting their ancestral brothers, sisters, daughters, and sons.
The Jews did not create graven images of The Sacred Breath of all earthly life;
Neither did they follow the path of a "god'" that demanded blood sacrifice.

Their anointed son, Jesus, sought to make the message of salvation accessible,
By living a life of great discipline that was also earthy, and quite joyful.
Then, entered the Roman priests, with their gods lusting for human blood,
And the people were distracted from the ancestry on which Jesus stood.

Priests and false prophets pretend to have special protective power;
Only they can save humans from the greedy gods' desires to devour
All those that displease them, as they enrich their chosen ones:
The firstborn of families that produce physically strong sons.

How humans love their circuses with great shows of bloody bravery,
Dismissing daily acts of courage and devotion the public doesn't see.
How can the people reclaim the sacred as seen by our ancestors,
When religions have created a path to eternity that is only empty words?

Isn't it time that humans stop acting as territorial animals,
And admit that cooperation is how we can be most fruitful?
If we accept Abraham as the father of three separate nations,
We must go back to before him to cure our current situation.

Why do we start the story of the chosen people with the greed
Adam and Eve passed down to their sons, through their seed?
We continue to ignore the evils of belief in blood sacrifice;
Though, throughout the stories told by our ancestors, were rife.

Each time an ancestor attempts to kill a human for his or her god,
The way becomes more difficult for all who, on our earth, trod.
We continue to, generation after generation, do the same,
Pretending that we kill each other in The Sacred Spirit's name.

The breath of eternal life is most fully manifested in humanity;
The choice to destroy or increase the sacred is, in each, free.
How many more millenia will we follow our animals instincts,
Rather than use the superior brains with which each full human thinks?

Any priest, pastor, or prophet promoting fear, or lack of intellect,
Is certainly a person that a full human should spiritually reject.
This does not require any action of physically moving away,
But requires boundaries against allowing in anything that they say.

We are given permission by Jesus to shelter the vulnerable children
Against any who attempt to lead these most vulnerable to sin.
Love of neighbor doesn't prescribe we desecrate our sacred homes
By allowing in the perversions of those who, to us, are not known.

Only those who are strong in their beliefs and boundaries
Should open their doors to all, ministers and thieves.
Each place of communion must be clear in what they expect
From those that, the core values of this home, they reject.

When we have strong beliefs and boundaries, we should happily let in
Any who seek our inclusion in their lives as family or as friends.
It is not against the example that, in his life on earth, Jesus set
To, those who attempt to change our core values, we eject.

The story of ejection from the Garden of Eden as punishment
Has harmed the chosen family human ever since.
What if we saw the story as a parent saying, "not in my home"
Would the different tribes of people of the earth feel less alone?

When one group seeks to control, the more we have disasters.
When will we see there's no one tribe as universal masters?

Turn back the pages to the Jewish story of their genesis;

Humans should have honored limits that did, then, exist.

Come forth all you humans who have boundaries of behavior.
I am strong enough to enjoy some of what your family savors.
I respect the fears of those who want to keep their children close,
While I, to your courage in being yourself, raise a toast.

Reclaiming Our Peaceful Paradise

What can one woman do in the great "god" discussion,
When, forever, the writings have been controlled by men?
We must meditate on our ancestral sense of the sacred,
Before we were ashamed of presenting ourselves naked.

We must shake off the fear that our bodies will be killed;
What is now important is that our voices not be stilled.
We cannot find peace in the concept of jealous kings;
War is the only policy that jealousy ever brings.

Why would a king mourn the death of his progeny?
His body, in the act of creation, is essentially set free.
We are the ones who risk our bodies, blood, and our souls
To make space for new potential life to become whole.

We must rise up against children as tools for gods and lords;
And must stand together as, our sacred seeds, we hoard.
This is the only way to break the back of earthly monarchy,
And reclaim the earth as the peaceful paradise it should be.