Inside

OUTSIDE the winter
Is blowing,
But INSIDE
My hearthside
Is gay.
When I think of
My hearthside,
Its fire and
Its warmth,
My thoughts are
INSIDER than they.
So though it is
Winter and windy
Both OUTSIDE and
INSIDE my head,
INSIDE I can think of
Sweet April and May,
And one day
It will be May
Instead.
Better yet
Winter’s desolation
OUTSIDE
My frosted pane,
I can make a
Summer pageant
IN the Garden
IN the Brain.
To the ancients,
God’s Kingdom
Was OUTSIDE...
Up there, aloft,
Topside,
On high.
But when Hubble
Found nothing
But stardust
Up there,
The Church
Had to disown
The sky.
So God’s Kingdom
They now say
Is INSIDE you...
(Where I used to
Locate disease...)
An origami Creation
Folding
OUTSIDE to IN
And we’re stuck
In the fold
And the crease.
It’s man, woman,
Good, evil,
Love, hate, and sin...
Creation!
WITHIN God,
WITHIN you...
ALL WITHIN.
But there’s
Thinness
To all this
WITHINNESS,
A notion
As graspless
As wind.
And I wonder,
While seeking
INSIDE me for God,
If OUTSIDE me
Somehow
I’ve sinned.
But since
All OUTSIDES
We now know
Are IN,
Good and Bad,
God and Sin
In your head,
Is it nice or
Naught
That it’s all
Just a thought...
Maybe all just a
Thought that
You’re dead?
Surreal, super-conscious
Phantasms
Aren’t fun.
You, me,
And the Kingdom of God
May be one.
I try to leave
One or two things
OUTSIDE
As my INSIDE is
Filling up fast,
Like the nasties
I’ve tried to forget
From my youth
And bad things
I’ve done
In the past.
But you can’t
Keep them OUT.
There they are
IN your head,
And if God’s
IN there too,
I’m a goner.
Then if His whole
Kingdom
Is IN there, as well,
There’s not much
Of ME
Left to honor.
And, of course,
All your friends and
Your family
Are there
Like a cab
Full of clowns
IN a carnival fair.
I’ve told myself
Not to dwell
Any more
On these
Chock-a-block
INSIDE phantasms.
Life... let’s face it...
Is too many
Psycho-social, mystic
Orgasms.
I say
Be like the Buddha,
Chanting “OM”
Till you’re
Dumb as a brick.
Get God and
His Kingdom
Out of your space.
Be a lotus.
Empty OUT!
That’s the trick!
God’s Creation,
Remember,
Is empty space too,
Star events
And black holes
Moaning “OM.”
The Kingdom INSIDE
May be
No more than that.
Go lotus, my lad...
And you’re home!