I Saw God Dancing.

[Guest guest]

I Saw God Dancing

What I was about to say,

just stopped in its tracks.

Dead in its water walking wake

and laid back.

I can feel love rising through the souls of my feet.

My head becomes a sea

being swallowed by a catfish.

Such a fat bliss smiling catfish

blowing bubbles on catfish ranch

where the only cowboy who ever lived

strums his being lazily.

Tubular bells and raindrops

are props for the angel of this morning.

I forgot all about meditation

just to run to drink some sunlight

from the wild flowers.

Ragwort and skullcap

red sage, cowslip and periwinkle

singing herbal hymns to

weeping widow mushrooms that cry.

They exude little water drops from their gills

and so they are called by the mushroom people

weeping widows. That’s why.

I once saw a Stinkhorn fungus.

They are shaped perfectly like a penis.

A circumcised phallus

and all around this artless lingam

danced campions in violet holiness.

The fungus is called stinkhorn

because it smells. That’s way, said the fly.

Returning to tubular bells and raindrops

this dude rancher mentioned earlier,

the sky is a bell tower of praise for this love

soaring into campanile of bell shaped flowers,

and it is softly raining.

Soft mizzle, not quite drizzle, just wet kisses.

A trickle of dew from the Goddess

who knew it would rain like this

for the tubular ringing of wild hymns.

When I started down this crazy path,

nobody could see me in my shadow.

Now the sunlight is full of Gods love letters,

I don't go places anymore,

I am that place.

Today I am having fun in the playground.

The children of God have come out to play,

and we have made a ring of joy

around the soul moon.

I saw God dancing just once.

For years I thought

I had to take dancing lessons to catch up.

Now I am a wall flower

weeping honeysuckle music

and ringing my bell for the next tango.

Who ever makes this music

will have to play my song.

My weeping guitar is way too loud

for holy cows,

but not for raging bulls.

I am a catfish full of loves cream.

Through my feet the grass is growing

as tall as Gods passion to be me.

love

eric

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