Nature is the body of my God.

I see Nature is neither inherently “good” nor inherently “evil”. I see her as amoral and impartial. Judgments like “good” or “evil” are context-dependent and arise from an observer who has a certain perspective of the scene.

Nature does some pretty “awful” things like giving terminal bone cancer to babies, having a mother gazelle watch as a lion eats the intestines of her still crying baby, etc.
So while we can point to Nature’s beauty, harmony, and love and call that “good” — we can just as easily point to her decay, pain, and suffering and call that “bad”.
But I see Nature as neither [or both at once] — because she must be taken in the totality of all things.

You couldn’t highlight the good bits and call her “benevolent Mother” — and you couldn’t highlight the nasty bits and call her “scorned Witch”. There’s an impartial balance and a refusal to “take sides” in Nature.

Pantheist Credo

1. We revere and celebrate the Universe as the totality of being, past, present and future. It is self-organizing, ever-evolving and inexhaustibly diverse. Its overwhelming power, beauty and fundamental mystery compel the deepest human reverence and wonder.

2. All matter, energy, and life are an interconnected unity of which we are an inseparable part. We rejoice in our existence and seek to participate ever more deeply in this unity through knowledge, celebration, meditation, empathy, love, ethical action and art.

3. We are an integral part of Nature, which we should cherish, revere and preserve in all its magnificent beauty and diversity. We should strive to live in harmony with Nature locally and globally. We acknowledge the inherent value of all life, human and non-human, and strive to treat all living beings with compassion and respect.

4. All humans are equal centers of awareness of the Universe and nature, and all deserve a life of equal dignity and mutual respect. To this end we support and work towards freedom, democracy, justice, and non-discrimination, and a world community based on peace, sustainable ways of life, full respect for human rights and an end to poverty.

5. There is a single kind of substance, energy/matter, which is vibrant and infinitely creative in all its forms. Body and mind are indivisibly united.

6. We see death as the return to nature of our elements, and the end of our existence as individuals. The forms of “afterlife” available to humans are natural ones, in the natural world. Our actions, our ideas and memories of us live on, according to what we do in our lives. Our genes live on in our families, and our elements are endlessly recycled in nature.

7. We honor reality, and keep our minds open to the evidence of the senses and of science’s unending quest for deeper understanding. These are our best means of coming to know the Universe, and on them we base our aesthetic and religious feelings about reality.

8. Every individual has direct access through perception, emotion and meditation to ultimate reality, which is the Universe and Nature. There is no need for mediation by priests, gurus or revealed scriptures.

9. We uphold the separation of religion and state, and the universal human right of freedom of religion. We recognize the freedom of all pantheists to express and celebrate their beliefs, as individuals or in groups, in any non-harmful ritual, symbol or vocabulary that is meaningful to them.

Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni

Im hiding in the walls of Sistine chapel,
Watching as the hand of God gives life to
Adam and the image of God being painted in a single day.
Oh! Michelangelo, Michelangelo, Michelangelo

Blossom at the End of the Body

Leaving this world must be the flower,
its three violet faces turned to the air — a man can't look
at a flower without knowing he's dying.
That's the beauty. Parting must be this little
chance, with its stem and flutter. It's no god
and it's no force and our grief is a rock, a clod,
a punk of earth. Truth is,
what we will miss most
isn't her or him or mother or child but
the particular blue at the side of the field,
the heart's pure botany, for

the body is a science. And there is no
substitute for thing. Not love, not happiness,
not faith. But flower. But flower. But flower.

Beckian Fritz Goldberg

The father of Gods child

His words are FILTHY and UNCLEAN! With no way out, she pushes hard against the restraints, the complaints and the shot glass. Remembering him taking her down to where the sinners drown. In dirty holy water and dared to wash my feet.

Désirer de faire l'amour

Her name is the seduction
that rolls leisurely off the tongue
and floats into the air.

If vanity had a look
it would be seen through her eyes.
She is the temptress that whispers

poisonous words in the ears of idle minds,
so Lucifer can play easy.

If she knows

Her memory rips me apart
One strand one day one hour at a time
Fading skipping stones of loves art
Vanishing in the sea of the mind

Wonders if she knows
On isolated nights
The distance only grows
Heartaches sharpens the pointed illusional sight
At witching hour, shadows of her face is all that shows

Once upon a time
Love carried and taught she and I
How to embrace the spacious sky
Gone clear memories
Enter cloudy goodbyes
Now the heaven cries angel tears
For the broken heart that can no longer fly

Lust and Betrayal

Whisper me a secret. One so vile and immoral
Gods soothing rod of smite inside your head whispers loudly
But you are deaf for Judas kisses your cheek and
Cleopatra brushes your hair
And their lingering presences is enough to make you
Sin again.
Without regret for lust and betrayal goes hand and hand

My New Friend

And then,
I whispered your name to the Goddess of love
Such a sultry sound of adoration it was.

Friendship to me is a gift of not the past
but the present, and it is tied with the tormentors bow
From our troubled lives

I give thee my new friend
My ears, my comfort, and my soul
If you promise to be by my side.


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Hello sweet girl
You look beyond the heavenly prose
and fall into my rose coloured hell
Lies and deception, says only God sees and knows
But I write with my eyes and I say all can tell

Rain

Flashes of Gods camera awakens the child of the night
Angels and demons dancing above
Their laughter rumbles deep in our souls
Stomping feet cracks the ending sidewalk
I am falling now just as the tears of her
child drops down my cheek
I am falling
I am falling
I am falling

Black Tainted Prayer

He said please
Cracked voice whispered needs
Heart sobbing on begging knees
Soiling the prayer position with his selfish pleas

He cried love me please
Drowning himself in a broken lovers pain
Don't look away from the love only your eyes can see
As he dirtied the prayer position
With his selfish plea

He cried please love me forever
Cradles cypress mourning flowers
When the door closes tears starts to pour
Minutes to seconds, years and hours
All smiles for kin but it be all an act
He cried in the prayer position
To bring forgotten love back

Bless you Father and Mother

Forgive them Father above
It is in your house that he sin
In pleasurable throes of immoral act
Not once, neither be twice but three times again
and again

Love taken away by hate
Spite runs, long and fast through the soft beating heart
No amount of distance apart
Can dull affections of fury and amorous twins

Blood stains and sweet champagne
Mother cry for Father
No sorrow for sweet innocent corrupted daughter
Bitter whore is she for knowledge of the act
Runs deeper than the sin

Spit on the grave of both
Curses of disdain on double rotten heads
Forgiveness she said to the holy man
Will only be brought when her body is dead
When blood and disgust no longer haunts under the skin

Fairgrounds blues

The Ferris-wheel is off centered
So is the merry-go-round
Sound muffled like talking through a cloth filter
Little men dressed in red looks like ants on the ground
Child cries, mother scream, father frown

Plastic frogs and flower print horses smiles
Despite the tears that fell from the skies
The flashes of Gods camera blinds us for a millisecond
Before the world darkens

As the Ferris-wheel runs off the with merry-go-round
With the children still sitting in the coloured baskets
The sorrowful fairgrounds.