For The Law
was given
through Moses.
Grace and truth
came through
Jesus.. our Christ.
Non-attachment
through Gautama
Buddha.
But what of it,
if any, was mine?

In truth,
The All and Nothing
of above that
sprouted from below.
I merely am
an earthly man
who tended to
The Tree.
The truth and grace
I speak of here
are of The Earth..
they don’t belong
to anyone, I pray
for you to see.

And the laws
that came
through me
shall not be
binding
unto thee.
My only claim
to knowing
anything..
lies merely
in observing
my behind.. quite
unapologetically.

The Ones
who follow me
beyond The Earth’s
event horizon..
lying far ahead..
shall live and breathe
and speak
their truth with grace
long after I am dead.
The Ones
whose sandals
I do not possess
authority to even hold..
and much less wear.

The Ones who are
like heavy drops
that fall out of
the gloomy
thundercloud
that’s looming
overhead.

The Ones who
usher in the coming
storm as heralds..
and as heralds,
just like me,
on some fine morning
they shall perish..
as a heavy drop
that fell.

And just like
prophets
of the olde,
one day
they shall be
gone, but not
forgotten.
Indeed, my
Chosen Ones..
there’s nothing
new under
The Sun.
There is no path
upon The Earth
that’s left
untrodden.

The All of us
once reached
for truth and
grace and
wonder..
in a flash
of light.
It came to us
as visions..
whispers written
into parchment
of our life..
beyond our
sight.

Alas, The All of us
eventually find
decrease in our
down-going..
for the increase
of the inevitable,
infinite, and
over-going.

Alas, The All of wine,
one day, shall turn
to water..
for The All of gold
eventually turns
to lead.

The Lightning
is, however,
momentary
and eternal.
For it is The All
of what
was ever written,
done, or said.
And though
the good and just
may reverently
call it God.

I call it also
by its earthly name..
The Superman.