Genesis 1:1-2
Formless.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
The way of all things,
before God began to speak.
Without God-Voice
all is raging chaos.
In three words
an unthinkable existence--
without meaning,
without purpose
without significance.
Power
in the substance of absence.
Formlessness is a power.
Emptiness is a power.
Darkness
the total absence of light
is a power.
Before God-Voice
nothingness
and non-sense
are in control.
They swirl together
laughing out of the void.
On this side of God-Voice
everything has form.
Imagine...
imagine if you can
non-form
anti-form:
no individuality
the inability to distinguish
one from another
where you end
and I begin
the boundaries of this and that
the shape that which is
and that which is not;
imagine
imagine if you can
boarder-less disorder
and disorderly arrangement
undistinguishable anti-beauty.
Everything
one big cream soup
spilling
and slopping
unconfined.
On this side of God-Voice
everything is full.
Imagine...
imagine if you can
only outlines
drawn around empty space,
containing nothing.
Boarders
but no inside parts.
No heart.
No guts.
An edge
with no muscle
or nerve.
Uselessness.
Worthlessness.
Purposeless.
“If I only had a brain...”
A bag
with no contents.
Imagine...
Imagine if you can
empty
zero
with no other numbers.
Only outlines
like in a coloring book
that has not been filled in
by a child’s hand.
Flat.
Emptiness,
is the power of
One dimensional being
one dimensional depth.
with no substance
virtual reality
but not real.
On this side of God-Voice
there is light.
Imagine...
imagine if you can
zero light
unboardered darkness;
an immense horizon
in which even the horizon
is lost to the blackness
flitting upon a world
possibly with form
but without light
like the blind men
and the elephant
feeling your way
groping
in a world that may want to be seen
but can’t be;
lost
in the total obscurity of darknesses ink
totally hidden from view
behind a closed closet door
that can never be opened.
Your color crayon wishing
scribbled on the unknown
and unknowable
all hues lost
in the uselessness
of your paintbrush
dipped in cans of color
made unvisable
with your strokes in the darkness
that don't even yield
to grays and shadows.
Formlessness.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
Powers all.
Exerting the power of
zero
on a dis-existant void.
Destabilizers.
Turning structure into goo,
making words like
process
society
family
world
body
flower
totally unspeakable.
The Spirit of God
the God-Voice
hovers over the chaotic powers
who disembowels the very meaning
out of meaning.
The Spirit of God
the God-Voice
hovers over the chaotic powers
ready
steady
biding it’s time
in a place
--can we even call it that?--
where even time
makes no sense
without fullness
form
or light.
The Spirit of God
the God-Voice
hovers
ready in its laughter
to create sovereignty
where the nothingness
and emptiness
and lightless chaos
thinks itself supreme.
Watch out for the hovering God-Sprit
Watch out for the hovering God-Voice
all chaos--
what you thought were your unnumbered days
are soon to be numbered
with dimensional fulness
color
form
and light.
Individuality
is about to fall--
as if from above
the hovering God-Spirit dives.
Woe to you formlessness.
Woe to you.
All disruption will die:
Debilitation.
Chronic illness.
Accident.
Woe to you!
You keep leaking back into the world of the God-Voice,
disrupting the form
around which life is taking shape
blurring the lines
of a people’s ideals
opening up the loop
of life’s circles
into the twisted helixes
of a roller coaster
that never lets us off;
cutting
but not pasting
the defining words
of our identity--
we know your tricks,
formlessness!
your confusion
heaping too many definitions
upon our words
until they collapse
under the weight of too much meaning,
saying this is that
and that is this
black is really white
and white is really green.
Hovering no longer
the God-Spirit dives
dives into the boarder-less
and boundary-less
swirling mass of confusion
comes the God-Spirit
the God-Voice
and with a word
order,
shape,
beauty,
individuality:
the delicate rose and pansy
the smooth curves
of the human body
the artistic symmetry
of a city skyline
the powerful heights
of a sequoia redwood
the curl of a wave
on the ocean beach
the horizon line
that divides the plains
from all this sky
and history
creating tradition.
Into an indistinct world
where you thought you ruled
O formlessness
on you descends
the immeasurable imagination
of the hovering God-Spirit.
Out of a state
we cannot imagine
--formlessness--
the artistic God-Word
fashions all that we can imagine:
shapes
forms
curves
lines
textures
ripples
dimples.
Be told,
O people
maybe feeling formless
maybe feeling identity lost
maybe feeling indistinct
maybe feeling less like an individual
and more like spilled out
cream soup
Be told,
that hovering over you
that same God-Spirit
with an imagination
with an unlimited reservoir
of the words
of possibility
that same God-Voice
that once spoke
speaks again
individuality
beauty
shape
into your swirling formlessness.
Woe to you emptiness
woe to you
woe to your weapons:
depression
the lights are on
but nobody’s home;
feeling unnecessary to others
unimportant
in the larger plan of things;
making no impact craters
on anyones moon
in anyones life
in any situation
in the long march of situations;
woe to you emptiness
the way you find the gap
in the armor of even the strong
worming loneliness
into the givers
who give
and give
and give
until they are empty
bucket holders
ladling from their abundance
to and fro
while others
out of need
receive the precious gift
but have nothing to give
in return
givers
becoming the ones in need
simply by their giving
always giving
but hardly ever receiving
to replenish what wealth they had.
You think your power is great
emptiness
making people walk around
emptied of content
thin outlines
but without substance
looked through
as if invisible
shallow
no depth of character
no maturity;
coloring book people
lines on a flat page.
O emptiness
on you descends
the hovering
the purposeful
artistic
God-Spirit.
Be told
O people
maybe feeling
bucket empty
maybe depressed dark
maybe lonely
bereft of the content of life
maybe drained of consequence
even to yourself
Be told
that hovering over you
is the God-Spirit
with Voice filled
crayons
colored pencils
clay
buckets full of paints of every imaginable hue
with brushes
and with God-Spirit laughter
your lines will be filled
coloring even outside the lines;
the God-Voice
creating depth
and color
and character
to our emptied outline selves.
The God-Spirit
moving to and fro
creating substance
and solidity
leaving no dimension untouched
overflowing
with purpose and force
gushing out
meaning and value
into our empty buckets
God-Spirit
moving against the empty power
of emptiness
overcoming it
by filling it in.
Woe to you darkness
woe to you
diminishing color
by sucking up the light
as dusk turns to night
washing everything
into gray
until even the gray is lost
in the black ink
of your tentacled darkness.
You can not erase color.
You can only hide it.
In the throes of your power
you attempt to create
uniformity
boredom
where shapes and forms
are even hidden
making our eyes useless
all is visually hidden,
making everything guesswork
in faded obscurity
no shadows
no shapes
no sense of personal existence
no reflection.
Senseless groping
where hope’s only hope
is to bump into another groping other
just as lost
just as aimless
just as anxious
just as afraid
of the dark
like a child
waiting for the boogeyman
to come creeping out of the closet
or out from under
the dark nether land
of under-bed
the dark
where bad things approach unbeknown
without warning
even if they really aren’t there
but have become part
of our dark imagination
because we have nothing else.
Dark--
nobody’s home
closed for business
go away
don’t come near
protecting a little,
fearful
piece of dark and unseen turf
afraid to venture any further
because
it’s a big, bad world
out there in the dark.
Be told
O people,
be told
that hovering over you
is God-Spirit
beaming
light giving
not only creating light
but is Light
the Source
and the Reflector
opening up your world
the Revealer
of color
and shape
and wonder
that was always there
but that the darkness
tried to keep hidden;
the God-Spirit
the light
for your path
taking away your fear
of stepping
one step further
because the darkness
is now gone
evaporated
faster than a morning fog
opening up panorama
out of paranoia
taking off blinders
dissipating fear
erasing anxiety
creating openings
where there were closings
wide arms of welcome
where there was fearful self-protection;
the God-Spirit
with visibility
and light
radiates warmth in that light
radiates hope in the heart
radiates joy
that is compounded with each
light enlightened person
who takes up the dance
in the expansive brightness
of the God-Spirit.
Formlessness.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
All are powers.
As powers
they think they have dominion
over all that is.
They think they are
large and in charge.
God-Spirit laughs.
Laughs!
Laughs a rip-roaring laugh.
Primary and pulsating God-Spirit
hovering God-Spirit
descends
Life burgeons:
form
fullness
light
all from God-Spirit
unleashed upon the quasi-powers
shown for what they are
this God-Spirit
will not be shoved to the margins
will not be an option among many
will not be minimized
will not be darkened
emptied
or disemboweled.
This hovering God-Spirit
descends with Life
life with form
life with fullness
life with light
all the powers destroyed
in a fit of
laughing creativity
from the God-Voice
who looks upon
the form-full
filled in
enlightened world
emanating from the God-laughter
of creative self-expression
and is pleased,
very pleased.
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