1 poem
2 prose

1 poem

In the Beginning
Ya wanted a Good Universe
Ya still do.

Now we create and trade
and still all is not well.
Our rules? Our impulses? Something.

2 prose

Third world impossible to save? First world
going to pollute and consume it all?
Resources to become scarce in future?
It's all in the mind!
What is?
Not the scarcity...the resources!
Why do we work? For heavenly bliss.
Do we get it? We can say yes to this.
Why religion? Not for control -- for blessings!
Why commerce? Not for control -- for blessings!
Why labor? Not for control -- for blessings!
Why relationships? You know...same ol' thing!
Blessing!

So then, let the new sustainer of the world economy be that which God and We set out to accomplish in the first place!

Let it be for mind-dancing, world-enhancing spiritual bliss...not by control, but by superior intent, perseverence, and willingness of heart. What can we offer you but that which you have wanted the most all your life?
What will I give you for that? Will you accept
an i.o.u. to confer upon me the ability to to bless you? Will I accept your i.o.u. for the same?

Without control or pretense except as granted and
understood throughout the transaction, the light touch is like gravity from the faraway God.

"While others argued, you wanted beauty in the world."
-- lyric by MMM