Friday, July 10, 2015
God: Hap Happening Happily
HAP happens happily—like it or not.
Mostly, I don’t.Despite my bias and belief
system, my prejudice & convictions, my
goals, aims, measurable objectives, desires,
wishes, wants, lacks hobble-de-hoy
handicaps: nothing is broken. Nothing to
fix. Nothing wounded. Nothing to heal.
Except in manners of speaking. Heal!
Heal! we say, IT’s broken. IT, we say.
So to speak.
God: HAP happening happily, hap’s
will be done no doubt and so to speak
and as it were, HAP happening happily
right be-here-now in my 2nd floor Jensen
office and across thestreet trees thrashing
in the spirit, sky above, clouds sailing east
below transitioning from farm to points
north. Common sense, tradition, disciplines:
ways I talk about What’s Happening
–ripping-off hap happily in manners of
speaking, discriminating, reducing,
hammering & nailing to suit my purposes
aims, goals, & measurable objectives.
Crime against the whole. Necessary
My critical thinking, mocking, scorn,
ridicule, judgment, castigation,
caterwauling condemnation is based
on my superiority: my excellence—
capacity for seeing above and beyond
and over the heads of most if not all.
How could it be other wise? It’s a
burden, if not a flaw—being one-eyed
in the valley of the blind as it were. Have
to patronize: recognize the blindness and
forgive them for they know not what they
do. Noblesse oblige. Charisma. Otherwise
forget about it. Discordia.