Are you drunk, yet?
If not, go away—
you won’t enjoy my ravings.
All I hear is sublime Music—
all the rest is utter waste.
Time is a tiny box of matches.
I want to strike them all at once,
flare and merge in the Most Beautiful.
I can’t settle for less!
Can’t we put an end to this farce,
rise up and join the Most Beautiful,
Most Holy and True.
Everything that human beings have learned step by step over tens of thousands of years is now ours to pass on
People are so strange
Are they really people?
And yet I can see
The real bible is infinite—
volumes beyond counting—only a madwoman
wants to own them all, and running
over the horizon, vanishes
in endless space.
The real bible holds every truth,
profound and illuminating idea
that can ever be expressed,
and not one unnecessary
It can only be read by the immortals
since a mere mortal would die
long before finishing it—
which would take all
The real bible explains everything
about life and how to live it,
but its radiance is so powerful,
only a Goddess can touch it
and not be zapped to zero.
Indeed, so beautiful and transporting
that reading is impossible—each line
so inspiring, one starts following
its instructions and manifesting
its revelations immediately.
Written on the plane of pure Consciousness,
every page so pure that words
dare not appear—it has to be read
the Author’s Mind.
It’s all ONE— that’s all there is to it.
Your Face pervades the entire Cosmos.
Every cell is so alive, deep
and magnetic that we can never
be separated—we are
Floating in thanks,
surrounded by an infinity of thank yous—
every single atom says, Thank You,
for the opportunity to be alive
and aware that I am
cannot hold the River.
cannot comprehend Creation.
can only pray
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Poet and psychiatrist Janine Canan is a follower of the living saint and humanitarian Amma. She has published numerous books including poetry, essays, stories, anthologies and translations. Visit JanineCanan.com to learn more, or Facebook for updates.