God is an Artist Who Art in Heaven

God is an artist

I want him to be

He drew all the humans

He draws each tree.

He got the idea

For a high sky above

He gave us big brains

And the goal of love.

God keeps trying

To get one of us right

He sharpens his pencil

To convey us to light.

We are infants, then teens,

Then we grow up to die.

All the years in between

We ask the sky why.

He got some almost right, it seems:

With impossibilities we meet only in dreams.

There’s Christ and Shiva—and then there is Dao

That cute dog, that rose

And look at that Owl!

But even the perfect ones, if a religion they start

(Whether they do it or followers

who were touched to their heart)

Get doctrinal and whoops!

What a disaster can foul

 When rules are clubs

And prayers are hollow.

If God is an artist

And made us with art power

Our job is to stop 5 times to flower

The next few hours for holy reverence

To welcome all moments with tolerance

To lighten up and not be so dense.

We are moving pictures,

Together we mix it.

We can drop the conceit That presumes to fix it.

Everything is art!

My God!  What a dance!

To this I am party

In this I advance.

This is the entrance

To everything:

the doors of mystic perception.

Of this I sing.

So stretch out now, limb to limb

welcome, embody

and ego trim

Flow in then out

Incarnate – burn:

Offer to God the Artist

Whatever you learn

When open

And free

Not me



Light is God’s painting.

Forget the words:  They’re wrong

And dance with this big partner

Who’s been there all along.

In the trees and the desert

And out at the shore

Inside and outside

This movement I adore.