Maybe we are all just part of the Godhead
each one of us—
cells in His body,
the cosmos: His plasmic soup
the planets: His bones
the stars in your eyes: His eyes
all stars, I mean, since He’s built a little differently, I think,
–pulsing with stellar energy & Pearly Gate-orade–
I’ll bet God gets His licks in at the gym!
Maybe His moles are our cancer,
and don’t get me wrong,
moles are lovely—
Marilyn’s & nocturnal, both
(I like ’em anyway, even if they’re more 7-year-scratch than itch, since who’s to gauge beauty, really? Isn’t all Life beautiful? Part of the greater whole, the mole–
part of the Godhead,
but hey,
someone’s got to go.
Cells regenerate to stay dynamic
in all bodies
great and small, and moles are infamously deep cover.
Maybe the Einsteins
Keplers
and Hawkings
are part of the Godhead brain,
and
Van Gogh
and
Mozart
and Debussy…
Dickinson,
Poe
and
Pollack….
maybe they are
part of His
♥
He’art.
©Karen Robiscoe
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