God, Jesus and those Guys

God, Jesus and those Guys

fiction
edward w pritchard

Can we know God? God, Jesus and those Guys?

Turns out they are like celebrities. Once in a while they walk among us but then they have to split and go to all the important places they have to get to. Meanwhile we wait and wait assuming we can talk to them whenever they show, feeling real close, good buddies.

Eventually you figure out that God, Jesus and those guys aren't knowable and at the same time they are  knowable, somehow or other. They are like celebrities they know us in principle, if they could they would pal around with us and explain things to us, but then they wouldn't be famous if they were with ordinary people like us. They need us bad though for we are like their audience, their public, without us they wouldn't be special, even with all the incredible things they are capable of. So we are kept on a string. Waiting, unsure but more hopeful than not.

So which is the case. Can you know God, Jesus and those guys or not. You have this incredible longing to reunite and get to know them but they are never there for you. You hear about them a lot and who they are and what they do is a couple levels above everything else we know but are they really our close buds? 
Can we know or not know God.

Man they cast a long shadow. Their voice just out of reach. Sometimes you can not quite hear it's echo. 
Sunny skies and bright times God's whistles far off we hear on the wind.


God dances and creation starts
he gives us the green green earth
but it's not a cycle, over and over
just this once this all goes down
so every one wants to be onstage with God
but then it's our end, time is run out
just before we have an insatiable longing to know God
over and over we call , Om , Om, Om
in a dream we see him move
then it's gone and we forget
nothing, voidless nothing

If God moves, can he suffer?
Sad if he did.

Was God here before himself?

Is everything a manifestation of one ultimate reality?

Om, Om, Om

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