Here and gone.  What went wrong? Love was here, now streached beyond-

-streached beyond  a co-created day dream.

Here or gone, or here and gone.

Where is light?  What went right?

Love made life both day and night.

Solutions, dissolutions, unfolding, enfolding, black holes and flows, and God only knows, while every one else is just guessing about what’s here and gone.

Visions and revisions, divisions and connections, n-pace in every race, and can’t we doubt everything?

Overflow and underflow and where we go nobody knows.

Here and now is where we remain, whether we see pleasure or we say pain.  Neither exists before perception.

Perception, reception, presence and choice, each separate consciousness expressing a voice, or sitting in silence observing, conserving, coalescing or channeling energy, here and gone.

Superabundant God, Superfine love.  Expression, recession, here and gone.

Day and night, stars and space, heaven and hell, they all exist in our mind—our well to our consciousness.  Can we change the channels?

Conscious flows, unconscious glows, where we go nobody knows, save God the infinite, the infinite that knows itself, even if we can only dissolve into it.

Death is the door that so many ignore, until the reaper comes calling them through it.  Transform then we must come heaven or bust, but then there will be another here and now.

A loving God, an infinite present, safeguard of shock, when the reaper knocks.  What more could you ask in creations task?  To glimpse the face and mind and heart of God?

You can appreciate, God our grand enabler, but if you find you lose your mind, remember to be calm, at peace and kind.

Everything was nothing before perception, and God made us in his conception, so I don’t need a grand rendition, or any act of huge contrition, because I believe in here and now, and here and gone is just like dusk to dawn.

(Yogi Mark Dancing with God and myself.  Willowwater  Poetry, copyright 13 Jul16