| Re: God and the universe.
All the stars roll by for me to classify
Science more and more my life does simplify;
But I have one final question left to ask:
Why in the world was I born to live and die?
Since life’s complex, they say it must have origin—
It couldn’t have made itself or always have been!
The answer: God; but, they’ve begged the question
God couldn’t have made himself or always have been!
A thousand starry goblets fill the sky,
So we can taste Heaven’s drink when we die.
This is man’s tale, not God’s, so drink today—
The stars shine on, heedless of where we lie.
When I chased the flitting shadows of some
Unknown ultimate perfectionate ONE,
The phantom fled at my touch, a dim image
Reflected faint and far removed from.
Knowing that I can’t solve the eternal mystery
Frees me from that senseless task and all its misery.
Now I see, hear, smell, feel, and drink into my being
ALL reality that penetrates sensibility.
Why fret about life’s ultimate secret,
For whose thoughts can escape this worldly net?
It’s so easy: don’t despair, be happy!
All told, ’tis best to live without regret.
Helpful effort, or love, defines what’s good;
Goodness taken to extreme is called God.
Laziness, or non-love, is but neutral.
Evil, or harm excess, names the Devil.
Good and evil—you can’t have one without
The other; so, too, with plenty and drought,
Sadness and smile, life and death, night and day,
Sun and flood, give and take, and truth and doubt.
In Heaven, desired pleasures will come like rain,
Or so we’ve dreamed till we felt no mortal pain;
But we needn’t wait for some promise beyond,
Since on Earth—enjoying life—we have the same!
If we were angels, life would be so just;
Instead, we try, we push, we climb, we lust,
We dance, we dream, we feel, we love with zest—
Yes, all this, thanks to the beast within us!
Purgatory is on Venus—where sulfurs rain.
Hell is found in the sun’s heart—oh, hot burning pain!
Of Heaven’s site, no one has any idea—
For it’s the world’s best kept secret: Earth is its name!
In the darkness I alit from the Wiz,
Then tried to make sense of this world of His.
Now I’ve found the answer to life’s dark quiz:
One must live this life by what light there is.  |