The gnosis so carefully scrubbed
from our holy books
during the time of Constantine

keeps rising again like yeast.
(Matthew 13:33)


IN MEMORIAM (for Heinz and Ben)

It’s Father’s Day
and you’re going to see your son.
You wanted to be the one
to identify the body.

Amy’s just starting to bake her dad’s cake.
She bought the mix last night at Kwik Trip.
Didn’t you see her there?
You were pulling on your shoes to go get cigarettes
about the time Ben pulled his off, laughing
at the “No Swimming” signs.

I hope it was a good night for him,
the best in his brief long life.
I hope he shot a couple games of pool.
I hope he hustled money to buy beer
for newfound friends. I hope he put
his arm around each woman in the bar.

You called me late and I came over,
and we made a haven in the quiet night
before the world would wake and sympathize.
We even laughed some, while
others surely cried themselves to sleep.
I’m telling you Ben likes your mourning best.


Glory be
to being three,
you and I and we!

The principle which gives us life,
which we can’t hear or see,
is in, outside and on our skin,
Trinity in Unity,
in Trikaya and Trimurti.

Glory being, emanating,
manifesting and creating
trinities upon trinities,
like solid, liquid, gas,
larva, cocoon and moth,
like flour, bread and toast.

Glory be
to being three,
to father, Son and Ghost!

Glory be
that One, Together, Three
are holding you and me

Now, before and aftermore, Amen.