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
