What's all the Hubbub?

[Guest guest]

Got a little itch to see what the whole bitch was all about,

so I went for a stroll along the road littered with my God rants,

that singularly Hafizish female chatter about God's genitals,

about the dogs mating lilies and the dead being raised, NOT that way!

What did I see that was strewn about the landscape? A few bended knees,

a few hidden soul pleas for infinite understanding that God is never,

God is never, ever offended by me. My Friend will even lend His Mouth!

Never IS what she says. How the hell could she know what God thinks?!

Last night after the rafters were raised in sobhet, that silent melding

of my mind with His, with His MIND with my tiny blazing oven-brain,

There appeared a wall of Red, of Ruby, of Crimson, of a Bleeding Heart.

This magnificent Pomegranate-Happening inside my Heart, blew off the lid

of all my misunderstandings, my weaker ramblings, and God said to me,

in not so many words, He said, "Mazie, go and stir up some controversy!"

And I knew what He wanted from me! It was the bodyslams, the HeartBites

and the Soul-slipping Ins, that's what that fine old Fantasy fed me!

I was just clipping the twigs earlier, now comes the harsh pruning.

This is the time to give all the lip you can to God. Complain loudly!

Rip off His robes, tear out His hair! Slap that Madman silly! And then,

Go inside and kiss away those painful thrashings and flashings of Mad.

Oh good God, can't you see how much He wants us to lie down ask for it!

That old Erotic Casanova has just one thing on His Mind. Gulping You!

Stop all that useless playing so hard-to-get BS. Just slip God a tongue!

Just climb up on His lap and do those things that get the Juice flowing.

Yes, most likely the stonings will commence again, and yes I will be It.

But God only knows that He told me to say all this Nonsensical jumble.

I used to sit by the Beloved, all timid and proper, but one night,

He looked so damned Beautiful I just had to get in His Skivvies, I did!

And man oh man, you never saw God squeal so happily to see me do this!

I guess I just want to say that however we want God, He wants us, too.

Over a barrel, in a temple or in a stable, in a river, in the garden,

anyplace, everywhere, just pull the Beautiful One close, and Kiss Him!

Kiss Him! Hold His robes open! Taste His Nothingness Place! Let Him In!

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

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