Christmas Day

Christmas Day

Christmas Day

   on the lonely

Downtown streets

Of Long Beach.

     Not a cloud

In the sky.  All

Is calm.  All

Is bright…well,

                  not

Really.

There are individuals

Talking to themselves,

         and individuals

Passing each other by,

                          not

Talking to each other.

Like pieces of newspaper

           drifting by

On the coolish breeze…

        ,,,but I found 

          an FDR

On the sidewalk

     for good luck

     and a plastic 

     water bottle

For my neighborhood

Recyclable trash pickers

Too……

              still...........

            What’s wrong

With this picture?

                     Well,

             for one thing

                the day 

              is built

On a falsehood:

                 many

Gods of old

Were celebrated

On this day.

Christianity

        was built

On their shoulders.

              That’s

All;  

      to keep

      the peasantry

      happy.  

And for another

      It’s all

      llusion

Anyway.

              You see,

              not only

Is this all

An image; but

         it is a

Reverse image -

          as in

A mirror - 

                calling

The real thing

      into being

Out of latency;

            meaning,

                  in

      effect, that

         Life

              as we

    know it

Is a negative

Of a positive.

       Interesting,

       that.

       Wouldn’t 

       you say?

That life, then,

      is an image

      only

   in reality.  But

    necessary

    for all

    That

     for calling us out

     of our little

     individual

     selves.

Oops.  Can’t be giving

         too many

          secrets

           away

      before their

         natural

         Time

                of unfolding.

Forget I ever

             said

              any

          of this,

Won’t you?

        That’s a good

     soul

              inhabiting

      a space

Suit.  Whereby

            we are

Santa Clauses

To each other.

                  Not

        individual

Pieces of drifting

             newspaper

         to each other

         really.

I will just say

       Happy

  New Year

Everybody

And let it go

At that  

        for

          today.


       ...as we
Transmute matter
      back into
             Light
In sacred resonance
            like a
     homing signal  

So that the Creator
             may manifest
Upon the Earth
through every aspect
Of our individual
             being.
This will herald
                 forth
The divine Plan
Into manifestation
And embodiment:
The New Era.

Indeed, a happy
New Year.  One
      and All.