I Just Laugh

If I told you the truth about God
You might think I was an idiot

If I lied to you about the Beautiful One
You might parade me through the streets shouting,
“This guy is a genuis!”

This world has its pants on backwards.
Most carry their values and knowledge in a jug
That has a big hole in it.

Thus having a clear grasp of the situation
If I am asked anything these days
I just laugh.

What Kind of God?

What kind of God would He be
If He did not hear the bangles ring
On an ant’s wrist
As they move the earth
In their sweet dance?

And what kind of God would He be
If a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to Creation
As the prayer His own son sang
From the glorious depth of his soul – for us.

And what kind of God would He be
If the vote of millions in this world could sway Him
To change the Divine law of love
That speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue,
saying, eternally saying:

“All are forgiven – moreover, dears,
No one has ever been guilty.”

What kind of a God would He be
If He did not count the blinks of your eyes
And is in absolute awe of their movements?

What a God – what a God we have.

Soon We May Be Kissing

There is dew on these poems in the morning,
And at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim
I like talking to you like this.
Have you moved a step closer?
Soon we may be kissing.

How Humble is God?

How humble is God?

God is the tree in the forest that
Allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those
With the axe, not wanting to cause them shame.

And God is the earth that will allow itself to
Be deformed by man’s tools, but He cries; yes, God cries,
But only in front of His closest ones.

And a beautiful animal is being beaten to death,
But nothing can make God break His silence
To the masses and say:
“Stop, please stop, why are you doing this to Me?”

How humble is God?
Kabir wept when I knew.

The Past’s Lips are not Deceased

Why not look at the beauty your memory holds,
So nourishing that light can be.
The past’s lips are not deceased.
Let them comfort you if they can.

It Stops Working

Look –

What happens to the scale
When love holds it;

It stops working.