Penguinism and Love's Ways

[Guest guest]

Ever seen a documentary about penguins?

Or the one about

Catabatic winds scouring down?

 

Amazing,

those incredible Emperor Penguins!

Out of about a zillion jillion

other penguins, it seems,

out of an endless sea

of children in black and white,

a mother can distinguish,

and then find, her very own!

 

Wha! Whoa Baby!

What kind of zeroing in is that?

What in God's name

could be so deeply imbedded in us,

so firmly ingrained

in our every heartbeat,

that this Knowing,

this strange and wonderful,

this incredible, All-Seeing Knowing,

instructs our Heart

to recover and recognize

the OneLove Who belongs to Us?

 

God oh God oh God,

i really got to give it to God about That One!

What a fabulous feat that we are able to do such a thing!

 

To do such a thing!

To DO Such a thing!

 

Egads! i am still so agog

at all this God-getting stuff!

If it gets any better than this is getting to Be,

i might just finally go Home,

and stay there.

Sheesh. Really!

 

So, my Darlings,

if this Penguinatic Compulsion

is so deeply informing

of Love's Own Foundlings,

of Love's Own Fantastic Foundlings

from Love being Found again and again,

what are we to do

about having any say

in any of This?

Nada. Not a nod of "go on by today,

and for free," from God. Ha!

Not a hand to help us out

in all this stuttering-star-Dance.

So we lift up, One the Other,

into the Hands We hold out,

and We cup up the Moment

and begin wailing like banshees,

shouting a shout

of the First punctuation of Birdsong!

Cuppled Up in This,

This Infinitely Flooding EyeLight Shining,

One Word begins to ascend,

lifts again from all our Singing.

 

Sheerdom, Sheared Again,

Speared Again by Love's Own Blade!

Omming Home as That last,

sharp Pitch of Atom's Split,

We have gathered together as Penguins,

and Catabatic winds,

and Brothers and Sisters weeping

and children laughing-leaping,

and wizards spinning silk

like a Silky Wizard-Worm whizzing,

and little bits of appled-dappled.

Winesap wonderment, cupped-up captured,

caught in the Web of this Moment

as i try to Say i Love You.

 

Ever see a show about the time

when the World ate itself up?

Time just followed along

and began gobbling itself up!

We might be another version of that movie,

with Love's Glowing-Growing so Full in Us,

everything else, and the world,

all three worlds, and most likely more,

and heaven and hell,

and everything and everywhere,

they all just get swallowed up

in this Light We Are Becoming Now.

 

Just swallowed up

in What

We Are Becoming

right Now.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

1) when pilots flew over the Falkland Islands some years ago during

the tiff betwixt Britain and Argentina, they would pass over large

segments of Tierra del Fuego where thousands of Emperor Penguins

lived. They (the pilots) were fascinated to observe that if they

flew their jets back and forth, the penguins would ALL turn their

bodies to watch them go by...little shiny eyes riveted upon their

aerial manuevers. Soon, a clever pilot discovered that if you flew

directly overhead, the penguins would remain staring, heads tilting

up as the plane got closer and closer, and then, when the plane had

gone completely over head, topple over backwards. Imagine the sight

of some thousands of penguins doing such a Busby Berkely!

In a second less amusing note...my most recent goat doe is a cute

black and white, curly mo-haired lass...adorable...and has therefore

been christened "Trudy Penguin." Her mom is named "Patchouli" but

everyone around here who visits her, calls her "Patches" "Patchy" or

"Patchhead."

She also has black and white markings, as you might guess. Trudy's

sire is called "Cyclone," and he is blue gray in color.

Ah such sudden Penguinsynchronizations!

Namaste

Zenbob