By Thomas O. Geving
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.
‘Tiz the trauma of birth – and of death – that we pay
To come into this life and the game we all play.
So-what if it’s all more a ploy than a plan?
For what better place to hide from ‘I AM’;
Where we all get cast in a joke we
‘Cause the joke and the joker’s the same entity;
And if you need this truth to be subject to view,
You’re playing the joke, and the joke is on you.
has eyes of ev’ry size
In shapes and forms unheard;
Sensations all that come about
Contained within a word:
that SEES through eyes that see
Like a window through infinity,
Reflecting back to you and me
Just tokens of philosophy.
Like to find out what this joke is
What would you give up to see?
A moment of time for rhythm and rhyme?
Check it out…it’s coming to be:
Imagine this place: like
A wonderland point of view
Where the best of our thought
Becomes what is naught
Or something we already knew.
A place we can see, reflect and
Change our duration by changing our size;
A view-point from eyes throughout infinite space
To watch Nature dancing all over the place.
contrary, no progress can be".
‘Twas said by the best in his prophecy.
So the garden can grow, so the tree bears its fruit:
Existence/Resistance, the forces dispute.
with faces that silently hide
From the noise and the madness, On the Grail’s Holy sides.
One force to grow, the other to slow:
Existence/Resistance ... on with the show!
Adam and Isaac, a pope and a prince
‘Been thinking ‘bout fruit from that tree.
Both had perceived as ‘the fall’ was achieved.
And from this we all learned to see.
truth of it is, they failed in the quiz
As both took his lot from ‘I AM’.
And while they pretended, the apple descended
To fall on us all: Modern Man.
would some all-encompassing joke
Be played on the children of time?
And who would have thought
The joke would be bought,
Delivered, continued and signed?
we’ve achieved – the theories conceived –
How could we miss such a ruse?
The clues that existed were sorely twisted
So we could continue . . . anew!
(Aside, a whisper):
It’s all about your size, you see,
The way you use your eyes to see:
With them or through them, which is the best?
How do you pass this subtlety test?
A thing’s particularity
Is the price of its visibility.
So eyes can’t see past clarity
To see their own past history.
‘Cause seeing takes some time, you
Regarding something constantly.
But to SEE, well, that is time,
See this image held in mind:
Say you should wake-up tomorrow;
The whole world just doubled its size!
How can you square with perception
When nothing has squared to the eyes?
Then what if this fantasy played
And the world kept expanding o’er time?
Where would a standard of measurement lie?
How could we walk a straight line?
Sir Isaac’s wing takes three degrees
To move around in space,
But put them together in motion, behold!
Existence-all over the place.
And remember that gent ’round the
turn of the cent’
Rode in on a fast moving wave?
Saw the clock on the wall, which had a great fall,
But no change in the image it gave.
Albert’s conclusion has staggered
And naught do we comprehend,
That in time the clock slows while the universe grows,
And my now is another man’s then.
But its presence never passes
And its moment is always NOW.
But if time passes
To where does it go?
From whence does it come?
What is this thing we call time?
“The essence of time is a movement in space;
Itself just a movement in time.
The difference perceived is because we perceive,
As does each node down the line.”
Caught in a whirlwind of thought and
Looking for something to clear-up the air?
Have a drink from the well
Where the fruit left the tree
A web of extension binds all that you see;
Extension, duration–borne out of
From the will of a soul to act-out a plan.
But the timeless - in time -
Pays its due as it sees
Through that window obscuring infinity.
It’s all about your size, you see,
That independent eyes can’t see;
What’s multiplying constantly
In all directions-boundlessly.
But all those eyes of ev’ry size
Are points that recombine
In that place a modern child
Can never, ever find.
‘Cause he believes just what he
It’s in his every call
Until he asks, not how, but why?
His ivory towers fall.
The modern child’s “the
Degrees of worth as seen
Revolving ‘round a point of view
One full dimension lean.
was borne at the speed of our light;
Had grown till its size could be squared in our sight!
They thought when it happened: “That couldn’t be right!
That a wave from within could portray our delight.”
surprised as this message arrived –
Rode in on a fast moving wave.
They all watched it spread!
Until the prince said:
“That price is just too much to pay.”
Fates had arrived, a refuge decried
At the nexus of what we can see:
Something exists to give it a twist
And lo! It’s just you and me!
A cry of
'uncertainty' timely appeared
So we could interpret prelims
Like a fish in the sea, who just cannot see
The very same stuff that it swims.
clues were dismissed – How else to progress? –
To create that impossible dream:
Of a world without cause except our new laws
At the heart of the modern machine.
The future and hist’ry of all the
Are weighing and watching on high;
Those spiraling images, Milky Ways all,
Are mirrors of each you and I.
“One hundred billion,” they say is
A number repeated again and again
And again for each soul
Who has walked on the earth
Since the cycle – our journey – began.
But the stars of the night be there also by day.
We just don’t remember to think it that way.
And the brightest without sees itself deep within
While the marriage betwixt sees it’s self once again.
eyes of ev’ry size
In shapes, in forms untold
Spread throughout the whole domain
Watching thoughts unfold.
brains on diff’rent trains
Of thought, of time and space
To play out His identity,
Behold, a human race:
For self-created substitutes.
“In my own image”, cries a man;
His own way, his off-spring plan.
Improved Edition, that he prays,
Just seeing Nature his own way
That, that dreamed a way;
That sought a vision made of clay
To hide and seek identity
In Its edition ... Its own way.
It’s all about your size, you see,
And how it would be wise to see
How arbitrary measures be
When looked at independently.
Because we see such clarity,
Our hearts can’t see the parity
Contained within the great without;
So rarified, it’s all about:
A growing sea of entropy
Borne of all those eyes that see:
Broadcast—oh so quietly.
It’s the law, ‘the second law’...
Check it out, you’ll want to see;
Mem’ries old and yet to be
All contained in entropy.
From distant skies beyond meek eyes
Etheric shadows compromise
With living deaths and dying lives
All wrapped in myst’ry and disguise.
But way down in the atom’s spin,
Beyond conditioned eyes-so dim,
That same shadow twice begins,
Singing: “Here’s ‘I AM’ again.”
And in between these myst’ry sizes
Hovered in secure devices,
Man awaits with finite eyes
While all around’s the dancing prize.
How can we gladden the heart of a
Who has bought his way into detention
By feeding the flames of an inflated worth
As the standard of worldly dimension?
And how can it profit a man to be
To see past the version of Truth that he buys
From the prince and the pope and the merchant conjoined
Who offer two sides of a counterfeit coin?
A world made of chance? So Science
All’s random, no soul to be willed.
“In guilt, borne of Sin’s”
How religion begins.
And both want their coffers refilled.
Old systems of thought can always be
‘Cause they suffer a dire situation:
Success self-destructs: “sorry, no bucks;
You’d better rethink your cantations.”
So we search for the key,
For that damned Holy Grail –
The chalice with faces opposed –
As it’s filled to the brim with its artifact lot
To justify questions we pose.
Solutions arise, we pass them along;
Compound them again and again
Till all us lost souls doing time on this earth
Think all the right answers are in.
But the faces remember just who’s
And why he can’t walk a line straight;
That to lighten his task he only need ask:
‘What is this damned thing called weight?’
What made the apple fall to the
Why are the orbs so symmetric, so round?
Why does a feather, a hammer, a pin
Fall side by side when a vacuum they’re in?
Faster and faster they race in their
How to explain it? What is the source?
Where are they going, how’d it begin?
Why can’t we interpret this mosaic we’re in?
Nature abounds, seems healthy and
Cares not a whit we can’t locate Her prize.
And ‘tho caught in Her midst,
‘Beyond’, we declare.
‘Don’t see Her dancing’ ... anywhere.’
As we search for the clues,
She plays out the ruse
And dares us to understand.
But, “nay”, we all say,
“It can’t be that way,
And it doesn’t fit into the plan.”
We must be insured; to feel
That some thing out-there doesn’t flux;
Some thing beyond time–
No rhythm, no rhyme–
To justify spending more bucks
On some scheme that survives
On the grandest disguise
Belying a purpose or plan
‘Cept to offer this joke
As though it bespoke
Of the best of the best: Modern man.
But “the best” of them found
Why the world is so round-
‘Tis a thorn in the quantum religion.
And the wave they concealed
Must now be revealed
As the dance of creation we live in.
Now no one designed or dreamed up this thing.
And no one’s conspired 'bout the myst’rys we sing.
It’s just how we play, how we seek and we hide,
‘Cause we just can’t remember
Who weights back inside.
The clues have been passed,
And perhaps you have grasped,
That you might think about elevation.
Take a drink from the well, then weigh it a spell
And ponder your newest location!
For to weigh is to stop and to
Weight is a heavy regress.
Both are a chance to observe the same dance:
That ol’ joke–at its best; what a jest.
So whoever you are,
Wherever you’ve been,
Whatever condition your spirit is in,
Awake! from the sleep
Of your shadowland dreams
And remember whose life that you’re in.
‘Cause if you’re still a part of the
joke you can’t see,
Where the joke and the joker’s the same entity;
And if you still think Truth must be subject to view,
For the rest of your time will the joke be on you.