I’m approaching His mythical place—the end of a radius, i suspect, that extends a little further than mine. I have to shift my whole world, therefore, to get to Him, and, to see Him again, I will have to shift my whole world again. So i can’t see Him, then, whenever I want—He exists on a dif-ferent plane. If your radius doesn’t extend that far, and you want to see Him, you have to go almost exclusively to Him, and most of us cannot do that. Our lives take us in other directions—lives that we cannot do without.
So our eyes would roll back into our heads, and we would not be able to see Him. But how big, I ask, can a radius get? Surely not that much bigger than mine. Don’t i dedicate my life to Him? But are my talents comparable to His? But I don’t need to be creative in order to live my life to a point, wasting no energy—doing just what is necessary to do the maximum amount of good in all directions, no more, no less—indeed, anything more or less would be a waste of energy. So He has creative talents beyond mine, perhaps—but we both live our lives to a point, and perhaps I don’t waste much more energy than He does. Perhaps I am already doing almost the maximum amount of good that He, in my circumstances, could do.
I know of Him—if He does not produce paintings, or things to read, then I read about Him; perhaps I see Him on TV. Because there is a hierarchy of good, and goodness is not overlooked in this 5D life.
But who can I see, without changing my life? I am connected as far as those with radiuses equal to mine. What about little people inside my radius? Can I see them? Can they see me? They have to come to me—they have to live their lives around me—then they can see me. My parents can see me, for example. They are not exactly little people, but they, I think, would be littler than me. And who do I see, at the end of a cycle, when the bad, that ballooned outside of me while i was living my life, is atoned for, and defeated? When the law of love dawns on civilization, as if for the first time? When civilization looks after those that cannot fend for themselves—and those that cannot fend for themselves live for good, for Him?
Null and void, then, this desperate affair
between me and those that count me out,
overlooking the good in me, without care.
No need for fame to live my life about,
and for, Him. I waste no energy—
i treat what’s in my life with respect—
that, ultimately, is my legacy,
no matter the infamy i deflect,
thinking that i’ll go down in history.
and the fewer my legacy should reach?
Upon nirvana, all the more for me—
the greater the climax, living for each
moment that, in the end, is realized.
I see, don’t I, how small i think i am,
and, for good, all that I idealized
rises above each and every sham
that kept me in the dark. Because we
come to understand, don’t we, that peace
puts us at home, wherever we may be.
There’s no need, then, to extend his lease—
this notion that i must travel around
to live a full life, among those that care,
those that, in fact, make life profound,
a life, for good, to be lived here or there.