Poem -

Emmanuel's Chemtrails

Marked by a guiding star

The Divine entered the province of Bethlehem

But the Divine is not provincial

The Liberator of the Soul has repeatedly manifested

This globe is Theirs and all that is in it is sensed by Them

And meekness has permitted Them to be named by Their creation

I do not say "Their" as if The Deity were countable or multiple

Indeed That Unity is beyond all reductionism

Mahadev is Great Light, Great Spirit

No form contains and yet all consumes and is consumed by Them

(Except those that are not; the ghosts in the machine)

This One Universal may portion Themself out but cannot be alotted for a possession like moons of cheese

Religionists must preserve their witness: Vedas, Avesta, Torah, Evangelion, Qur'an-- but not get so exclusively precious

Indeed only one incarnation has made the glory tangible and a compelling case in history made

But theoretically every corner of this sphere has been kissed by the Truth

Like the story of cinderella, all we have to do now is match the lipstick

And find in one's heart the God Who Dwells
 

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