12. Fireworks

Imagine with me for a minute if you will

a ride you could describe as the epitome of a thrill.

Let your memories return to

a great fireworks show.

Screaming out through open skies

fireworks tend to go… just where they go.

Red, white, green, and blue

they stretch out into the night.

their streaks and movements not criticized.

Not described as wrong, or right.

The Designer fills each shell

with hopes for the show

but the beauty is when they explode,

they tend to go… just where they go.

Though it may seem kinda silly,

I have an analogy to tell.

The Universe as all we know it

is just a cosmic mortar shell.

As God donates God as our experiences,

our communities, our friends

and lights the fuse on Life, while we realize

Pop.

Ride.

End.

But could it be within the show

the sparks could become Conscious?

So that we’d stop inventing ‘hells’

and piling them upon us?

Conscious sparks instead would Become!

In accord with diverse Divine design.

Fireworks of consciousness

would be the literal glory-cloud of the Divine.

What if mankind began to see God

as the infinite toroidal mortar shell?

From the quantum to the cosmic

that’s the story it all seems to tell.

Fireworks… Well, We…

We tend to go just where We go…

Because We sometimes forget that We…

We… co-create the show.

Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones

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