The God of our making 8/6/15

Our God is the luminescent wallpaper

we place in all of our rational rooms.

With the indirect viewing of that wallpaper,

and God’s help, we plan to see the forever.

This wallpaper is of itself

made of our conclusionary fabric.

The gaze we put forth in this way

is the aptitude of our attention.

The Religions we form

are in the shapes of architectural digest

that structurally serve us

in these times as the times of our needs.

Our rational minds fully provide for this structure

by rituals and order in acclaimed and sacred ways.

The Spirit of this God is an everlasting presence

beyond the fineness of the wall-print itself.

Creation by these means and measures

is our clutching at performance

revisited as God experience views.

A notionless God is all of existence.

And what we claim, as realism

is a mildly superficial but endearingly God.

We seem to presume towards spectating

on the works and experiential presence of God

rather than immersion within and of that God.

Our mindfulness is as if a stance separate from God.

In this warehouse of reverence and revered particulars,

God becomes our point of view.

We plead with the God of our own making.

We wrap our own seeking in an absence from,

in order to have this blessed augmentation

as new beginnings featuring this God of our recognition.

If I use the name of God,

than I am reverently claiming my distance there from.

The experience of God is then a form of reductionism,

a reflection from the hand-mirror of identification,

a means of beneficent denial of God-essence.

God realization has everything, as nothing to gain.

This God of no experience has no location

in spite of our reverent regard,

as an absence into the God-presence.

There is no love to gain or to loose

in this manner from a God of ever-presence.

Light, visible light, as we see it

is the slowest version of our God-feel,

traveling bountifully fast

as in standing stillpoint serenely ever so still . . .

We are that light in and of ourselves

that we cannot see clear enough

to straightforwardly surrender

and radiantly be the broadcast in the honoring . . .