To the Judge:

Please accept my submission for this month’s
Into the Mystic
drawing
Please do not count my previous, half-ass submissions against me
Please forgive what is fetid and round like a puking taped worm
But if,
despite Your extreme tolerance for fools saps and dopes,
my entry’s still found wanting,
please help me improve from the inside-out,
that I might do better
next month

Submission #zillion-something-and-something:

Dear God I need Your presence in my life
My wisdom’s merely pistons, pulleys, gears
that random whirr with animal strokes and strifes
unless underlaid, beyond all hopes and fears,
by Love Divine—the Love that chooses all.
Please empty me, that I may hear You call.

I’m full of fantasies about who I am
And what I need. Heart’s choked on dreams and schemes.
Please push me past my certainties: sham kens
and desperate longings—pictures bound in seems.
Please help me wade into the mystic sea,
where Love is Real, beyond all be or not be.

Please time is up and I must sink or swim
please the jig is up and I must play to win
But this game’s played by goblins and ghosts
who floating flit through air like a water most
dark murky cold.
Or so I’ve been told.

Please time is up and I must leave the lies
How can I catch You in time? Growing wise
is now emergency, and prayer a desperate plea.
Show me how I a holy ghost could be:

I mean a hollow vapor—if yes all that moves upon this earth is but a story a shadow a hollow reed blowing in the wind, an empty vapor, a cold dank chamber through which either Your Love lives or animal hoots and hollers flail and wail as they surely die—a hollow husk filled with, exploded by, gushing out with, the Love that alone Is and that alone Knows how we should feel, think, and act.

Please baptize me with the Light that surpasses but yet still condescends to cherish and to guide human hearts, minds, fingers, heads and toes.

I ask you to help me enter the mystic,
where I am wise and joyful enough
to prefer Your Love to all my daydreams
about what I need to get, to do, to have, to have happen, to cuddle, to escape with or into

Help me Blessed Influences,
to
stand up straight within myself
Push out from within
See things as they really are
Help me God
to
Flow with the Love that chooses everyone
to
Live in and through and for
Pure Love, Kind Delight, the Giggle beyond being and nonbeing,
Your Love, You, Buddha Nature, I am that I am,

Empty of individual self-entities
Woven into the one interrelated tapestry
Shot through and overwhelmed by
the Nothing/Everything
Why should 0 love, create, and joyfully giggle ininfitely?
How to enter the mystic
when everything–even mystical musings–tempts us to the surface?
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Author: John Loe Custswithwildhoney
Production Team: Amble Whistletown
Last Rites: Bartleby Willard
Copyright: Andy Watson