The Garden

20170601 – The Garden

 

Did you ever wonder why

Jesus went to the garden?

He was probably depressed –

and sick and tired of

not just the system,

but sick of it all!

He was probably pissed

that the souls of men –

were so greedy –

he was probably pissed

that prostitution –

and poverty walked

hand in hand …

so –

the man of few words –

in the world

of nature –

where birds sing and bees

hop flower to flower –

he went on

sabbatical –

he stopped for

a moment …

called his Dad,

his mother?

She was watching

her son die!

She was by his side

– probably

proud of her son –

probably

worried sick –

most of the time.

His friends,

his partners –

his board –

the ones who

after he was gone,

would get it wrong …

do what he told them

not to do-

build churches so big –

throw stones –

argue –

fight …

So, now,

ask me –

why my

hair is long …

ask who

are my heroes.

( – If there is a criminal element

I am of it – if there is a soul in prison – )

 

ask about

power and greed –

ask why when

I was a child –

i cried when they

told me Jesus

died because of me.

Ask about

the holy ghosts

dancing – ask

about Wavoka

and Custer

 

ask me about Debs

and John Brown –

ask about the

heartbeat

rhythm

and why i would

rather play music with

children or be a

friend

to the ones who

everyone else warned,

is dirty

scary

mean

drunk

( – listen to the birds they will

teach you what they know – )

ask about Rumi

ask about Sufi

ask – why I heard

( – Allah and Buddha

were singing at the savior’s feast! – )

and now –

right now

in this moment

i and you

are here now.

Now!

Like Jesus-

like this

day …

and his flight

to the garden

and Buddha

and his river

and the mustard

seed, and science

and matter –

it’s all the same!

We are stardust…

and a reflection

is just an image.

jP

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