Is a life and death game No need to do the arithmetic The handwriting is on the wall Kisser of Vladimir Putin’s ring Thrown into the bottomless fire Into the gnashing and grinding of teeth There is nothing That is not of GOD Layered in a bed of potent endlessness
But I know so little You might as well Call it nothing And GOD IS Infinite knowledge, power and bliss Itself
Wisdom innately forever grows & grows And reaches fulfillment After you might as well say 60,000,000 or so variegated lifetimes Or you might as well say A very long long time – Unto glorified Oneness With Conscious Perfection
All that poets deal Improvise and renovate All that poets steal From a future life Known as time and space Does not matter
Anthony Giammattei was born in 1952 in Albany, New York. He was a graphic designer and a professional electronic prepress technician and consultant. He ran his own computer based pre-press business in Boston for 6 years, 1987-1992. He has a Masters degree in English with a minor in Education from the State University of New York at Buffalo (1975) and Albany (1977). He has spent the past half century studying spiritual and contemplative traditions in the areas of Yoga, Meher Baba, Sikhism, Kundalini Yoga as well as Catholicism, specializing in meditation, asceticism and the contemplative/gnostic union. He has taught innumerable classes of yoga and meditation in Boston, Los Angeles, Tucson, Buffalo, Albany, NY and Santa Fe. He is now retired and lives near Portland, Oregon.
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Anthony Giammattei (Poet) 