Gods of Men as Men of God

Gods of men as men of God exude regal sureness,

Echoing I Am That I Am as means to gaining the World

But which is ultimate End, sufficient in itself.

That sense of spiritually significant power you feel is conducive to navigating the world with success, as a means to this, but when intense enough, that powerful feeling of god within the heart is really enough to make oneself whole and fulfilled in its own right. That sense of deep confidence is a world unto itself, and you do not necesssariy need anything else, as if you were a necessitious creature.

Make Sand of Giants and Giants of Sand

.. Is heaven like earth, or is earth like heaven?

Were we to take the immortals’

Golden and sapphire-bricked lane,

Leading on and out to wealth troves

In faraway hills, could it not compare

As the same as rough places, so plain?

How does the beggar, haggardly and near

Crippled fare next to the palace king?

… The sun is that myth of the Good Light

The mystics talk about; and why must dragonflies

Not be luminous fairies as we make

Giants of sand and sand of giants…

… What difference is there between the wind

And the Holy Breaths; the mountains

And our Titanic elders?

We have the same sense of God and Heaven and the like compared to if they were completely real ontologically, even if they are not. These two modes of existence, one more magical, and the other more naturalistic, are completely indistinguishable from each other provided we ‘see further’. It depends on how inhibited we are. This poem is an illustration of this idea of Subjectivity vs. Objectivity.

The Strains of Roaring Forest Music

With morning comes dew-eyed

Reams of unread papers, reports on how

Photosynthesis rates and oxygen emissions

Have skyrocketed to counter rising CO2:

Our Christly indignation invoked against

The lukewarm preaching tired sermons;

The zoo-keepers; inaction’s voiceless

Grey hearts, the withheld helping hands

That do not strive beyond tribalisms,

But justify divisive names…

The King’s Crown is deserved by haloed eyes,

Lost and taken for granted for blinkers,

Even though you cleanse temples,

And if these moral deeds stem

From intent to godlike nature,

I Am That I Am invoked to be evoked.

Despite your Fountain for (unremembered)

Acts of kindness that you treat

As trifles for longing

For some unearthly fiction, insensible one,

Who disbelieves in your own Name of prophet,

And so, shines far lesser of a prophetic light!

After all, “What You Think You Become”.

The oxygen plants emit to counter CO2 in polluted environments is a metaphor for using your purer emotions, like indignation or righetous anger to stave off the lukewarm, or in other words, those who sow the seeds for division politically or otherwise, or sit on the fence as they witness wrongdoings, or do not behave morally to the best of their ability in the world but take the easy, uncharitable, unforgiving route. The poem then shifts to discussing how we have the capacity to follow in the footsteps of morally upright symbols of Perfection, like Christ, so we mustn’t lose selg- how we have the capacity to follow in the footsteps of perfectly morally upright symbols of godlike perfection, like Christ, so we mustn’t see ourselves as lesser or lose self-belief, as far as our own light, but trust in ourselves to bloom more beautifully, or at least alter ourselves at the level of our (moral and spiritual) awareness. What We Think, We Become, indeed!

Heaven as the (God) Mind

“God is dead!” they proclaimed,

But the phoenixes of God reborn

Wiser fly higher as the Heart itself,

Whilst the Fountain flows.

The doors of perception open.

Mind stretches as far as dreamers’ invocations

Dare to point and reach, with our being

Matching and measuring up

To even the Christly identity we may assume,

Which informs and reforms

Hearts, our moral centres, and thus agency,

And such music may follow

As God only knows!

There are several ideas to unpack here. First, the perception of God, or embodied God is god itself, in other words, the intense, overwhelming sense of love we feel, along with other attributes and qualities once we open our minds constitutes itself Godhood. This sets the tone for the rest of the poem. The poem then discusses the relationship between Identity and Being, all whilst relying on Buddha’s saying What You Think You Become as a subtext. It specifically claims that the more you identify by your Christic core (as opposed to your Shadow Self’s imperfections), in all that entails, like the forgiving, profoundly humble, all-loving and compassionate self with a strong sense of justice, the more this expands your emotional range, thus making you a better moral agent in the world. Morality is often guided by moral empathic feeling, at these levels, which is influenced by embodied ideals on our part.