Thursday, January 19, 2012
God Talk (poem by Dorothy)
God Talk
Nobody wants it,
all this talk of God stuff,
visions, apparitions,
things that go bump
in the night.
Has anyone ever seen him,
this so called savior
with a halo of iight,
a face that glows.
Michaelangelo had
the right idea:
put him up on
the ceiling,
where he belongs.
Let him reach out
and touch Adam alive,
genitalia and all.
Genitals are real,
useful,
something we can
all agree upon,
like a good martini,
or the smell
of a brand new car.
As for the rest,
it is merely
divine deception,
a trick played on us
by pastors and priests
who want us to bow down,
kiss the ground in front
of them.
.
Dorothy Walters
January `5, 2012
The above poem is not intended to be taken at face value. It is ironic, spoken by a presumed "intellectual" who has "seen through to where nothing is" (Flannery O'Connor). It is meant as a protest against the overwhelming tendency in modern writers to exclude all references to "the divine" or "creative source" or 'higher dimensions" or even transcendence from their writings. Many of their poems and other works are well written, indeed are extremely effective as poems or fiction. But it is as if this point of view is the single perspective that the modern reader is exposed to.
Would Rumi be appreciated if he were writing today? Or even Graham Greene?
Kundalini has been described as "God moving through your body." What would such folk make of Kundalini when it arrives in its blissful form? If this were their experience would they continue to be in denial?
