Love justice, you who judge the earth;
think of the Lord in goodness,
and seek him in integrity of heart;
Because he is found by those who test him not,
and he manifests himself to those who do not disbelieve him.
For perverse counsels separate a man from God,
and his power, put to the proof, rebukes the foolhardy;
Because into a soul that plots evil, wisdom enters not,
nor dwells she in a body under debt of sin.
For the holy Spirit of discipline flees deceit
and withdraws from senseless counsels;
and when injustice occurs it is rebuked.
For wisdom is a kindly spirit,
yet she acquits not the blasphemer of his guilty lips;
Because God is the witness of his inmost self
and the sure observer of his heart
and the listener to his tongue.
For the Spirit of the Lord fills the world,
is all-embracing, and knows what man says.
Category: mushrooms
Hopes To Survive
Hopes To Survive
I just realized today
I might never see you again
I just moved wayaway
Perhaps not so faraway today
As information’s technical recognizance
Kicks in
More to survive
Even though I’m old
I will be born anew again
What?
To actually one day stop wishing
On a star
One of those wild dreams
That fade slowly away
That never had much hope to come true
As regards my heart
Who do you think you are
Certainly not to get away from you
In hopes to survive
In adoration of the light
Involution Revelation
Involution Revelation
I can’t put it into words but
The kundalini is the kundalini
Think tesla
All along the base of the sushumna
The ida and the pingala
The living experiential
Igniter of
The inner truth masterpiece
Yin and yang
Awareness ablaze
Saint of energy
Adi shakti
Coiled up in the spine
At the wedding feast
In cana
In estacada
In nature’s palace
Inebriated with holy wine
In a veiled synaptic
Involution revelation
The Individual within all individual
Ocean drops
In the forbidden words of alice
Think you got yourself a winner
Row row row your boat
Gently down the infinite river
Down the infinite gurdwara freeway
Where the guru’s shabad saturates
The soul with bliss
Where the lord’s perfect truth roars
Like a lioness
Like the brilliant white tantra
Of the soul
My Room
I’m taking about that special place
Where race and creed and
Sociocultural struggles
Do not exist
Where hearts don’t break
A place where people find
Their happinesses
Amidst what they can do to give,
Where it’s do unto others
As you would have them do unto you
Where work is worship
Art a prayer
Found in a book of white pages
With no names
Unto the one almighty
Infinite lord of musicality
Where the EYE of eyes shall see
And every knee shall bend
What would a world
Without prisoners do?
But take me back to the source
Without any beginning or end
Pull the shades down
Inside of me
Light a candle so I can see
Pull your heart down slowly
To my room
Thank goodness GOD is love
Fortunate
Searching for youth
Beauty and
The delusion of power’s control
With wisdom
A lost and forgotten angel
Straggling somewhere along the road
Sign while the world still loves you
Or go trailblazing through the unknown
The lewis and clark of the soul
Now that you’ve met the Avatar
There’s no longer any need
To regiment your adoration
Think of him
Or any image perceived
To be of him or her or thee
With every breath you breathe
How fortunate am I
To have discovered
The truth of his holy name
GOD’s Plan
GOD’s Plan
I’m just an agent in His plan
A secret service man
Come to pull
That sliver from your finger
Mad to flush that spec in your eye
That scrape on your knee
Chasing the heart that endlessly lingers
I’m just a man of destiny and fate
Saying “look what I can”
Got a photogenic mouth
I can go north or south
Whether inside or out
It don’t do no good to pout
When it’s all part of GOD’s plan
Dead Planet Blues
Dead Planet Blues
I got the
What if we’re just deadpans
On a dead planet blues
I’ll shake the sadness
Come the dawn of day
I got the
What if we’re just deadpans
On a dead planet blues
I’ll shake the sadness
When I’m gone
And when I shake the sadness
It’s for the beauty
It’s
I got the dead planet blues
Offered up my sadness for a song
I got the dead planet blues
Offer up my gladness before long
And when I break this sadness
With light resurrected in darkness
Changing water into wine
Wine into blood
Blood into endless consciousness
And when he took the sadness dna
He found the mansion of truth within truths
With destinies many worlds away
Crying Every Day
The following poem was written by hand in a motel
Due to evacuation during the Oregon wildfires;
The first time I wrote by hand in many moons
Crying Every Day
1
So when does the crying every day stop?
When does the party
On every street with music
And dancing celebration
Magic food and recreation
Start?
When the sunny summer
Picnic family reunion
Billows through the trees
On the lake
Running like a child
Or did it ever really happen
Start?
When does the violence in the street stop?
When do the poor and the hungry
And the broken
And the reviled
And the nothings
And the less than nothings dismantled
Disremembered disrememberings
Stop?
Or is there anything the matter at all?
2
You once called me a great man
I don’t get the feeling
You’re so proud of me anymore
Held with nature’s sacred implements
To grind the ego down
For a song
In chimes of freedom ringing
Evil into good
Agony into love
Lust into enlightenment
You blew the dust from your palm
Into the night
A stampede of blue butterflies
Garlanded the sun
3
If there was a truth to tell
From where all the lonesome truth’s reside
If there was a word to say
That would make her broken spirit fly
If there was a song to sing
That made the bells of heaven ring
If there was a touch to touch
Within the swirling hurricane
If there was a walk to walk
If there was a stand to stand
If there was a kiss to kiss
Or just when we are holding hands
The Long Champagne
The Long Champagne
Everyone’s guilty
Everyone’s innocent to a degree
But if you ever cross that line
Sometimes we’re pushed
Sometimes we push
Sometimes we jump
Without a thump
Sometimes we’re all just doing fine
We’re so much closer than we think
Those lazy crazy summer days
On the brink
Those passion plays
Buy now pay later
Have another drink
Wave after wave
There is no separateness
Only the rhythms and the rhymes
In rich innumerable worlds
In a never ending ever present
Ongoing link
Of consciousness
Brightest on the night shift
The promulgation of the latest kiss
The only now
The swan song
The long champagne
I suppose there’s some stuff
Better left thrown away
All The Tenses Of Covet
All The Tenses Of Covet
I went to the crowded mall at Christmas
And saw what I perceived to be
Hundreds of lost and lonely souls
Or was I just raising myself above
And suddenly realized what it meant
When Jesus looked out at the crowd
And was moved with pity
For the people walking
In the mall of darkness darkness
Of which the Avatar Savior
Is the only plausible light
I said to myself
We are not zombies
We are not robots or drones
We’re jivatmas
All longing in our own way
To come home
To the source of love
Our magic Creator
Or whatever
All searching for that elusive happiness
Just out of sight
Maybe if I had a loud electronic megaphone
I could stand near the top of one of the escalators
And make that time honored profession
You won’t find your happiness here
Go home to your loved ones
And repent
The kingdom of heaven is at hand
A satan does not understand love
Since it’s the one thing it’s incapable of
A million times the pain
Or a million times the wine
The hurt and fear
The anguish
The dread
The defied deified
Sadness, sorrow, jealousy, hatred, adultery
All the tenses of covet
The inebriation’s, the mayhem
The deepening drums, the prideful coronets
The calculated self-destruction
The grand monolithic doom and gloom freeway
The murder, the molestation
The evil sanctioning, the selfish censoring
The written truth
If destroying my reality
Is a part of creating your own reality
I’m not for it
But instead I went home
And spoke with the woman next door
Pushing 90
She has a big snowman and an elf
On either side of her door
And peeking inside I saw a stack of presents
Half way up the wall
And a warmth of red and green glowing from inside
And the smell of pine and artificial snow spray wafting outward
As she brags to me how her 65 year old daughter
Bought her a TV for Christmas
And asks me if I want her old one, which is still good
And I realize she probably had more Christmas spirit
In her pinky
Than I had in my entire body
And I say to myself
Loosen up a little
Let people have fun
Maybe that’s what GOD would want on his birthday
Anyway
Anthony Giammattei (Poet) 