His Reality in All Things
(Note: Sincere and true love of the Prophet, peace of Allah be upon him, and prayers upon him, cures our ills… and saves the…
THE GRAND FÊTE
At the Grande Fête everyone’s invited to
people start arriving by aerial gondola
Shape-changing twins arrive
dressed in tuxedos
Lady Godiva comes dressed
as a smudge-blotched charwoman
Historians come with inky thumbs
in suits made of parchment
Serenaders arrive on whiffles of song
neon red cummerbunds like those worn at the Vatican
Various woodland creatures arrive
in human disguise and no one’s the wiser
Orpheus comes with his head firmly on
wearing a snake costume since
that’s what bit Eurydice
and sent her to Hades
(he’s trying to reverse it)
Dressmakers priests pompous
diplomats aristocrats
arrive on gold bicycles
with playing cards in the spokes
A forest fire arrives dressed as a fireman
a drought totters in dressed as a skeleton
Even the End of the World
though he’s not been invited
Dressed as all and everyone
who ever walked the earth
but even
wiser and more beautiful
Then the Next World arrives
not long afterward
wearing the exact same Apocalyptic
costume but in reverse
Conversation bubbles
everyone dances the
standing-still vibration green dance of
everything living
Pretty soon distant stars come and
far constellations
Then the entire cosmos comes
just before dawn
and at one point (some say drunk)
turns inside-out completely
And we all land here as
naked as day
Alive at last in a new constitution
ethereally nourished by stream waters
direct from The Source
as well as
bowls of ambrosia and lotus flowers
floating in air
though air is no longer
it’s something else altogether
God’s Presence taking place
where our place is left vacant
and only song remains
trembling among
high boughs
of nothingness
12/1/08 (from Sparks Off the Main Strike)
Categories: Poems