David Lee Goliath

David Lee Goliath
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I see many imaginary goliaths
But feel the unseen reality of David,
Something out of nothingness.
Imagine nothingness, he asks, no planets
No stars, no people, no thoughts or feelings
No matter or energy, no space or time.
Surely we catch a glimpse of the divine.
Not even emptiness, for that implies a container
And thus the grossness of matter
To which, he applies, US government standards
To determine salt in foods, and by projection
All matter in the universe
And to conclude gleefully
That the universe is matter free
With the glorious exception
of a spiritual newsletter.

David is caring, erudite and recently
A lover of goddess Aphrodite.
One day he is the wretched of the universe
Bringing love and peace to the rest of us.
On the next, he peeks into paradise
On the wings and bosom of love
Contemplating deeply
The duality of this universe
The union of the ying and yang
Amidst the heat and energy of the big bang.
Concluding, that God is not nothing
It is not posible for God not to exist
Through koans and aeons floating in space.

David knows our fears and our desires
And the big bang
Asks and answers, riding waves of humor
Echoes of our earthly desires, the small bangs
Which exist because nothingness being unstable
Surely forms into something, Yaay,
A wondrous, joyful, newsletter
Reaching beyond religions and traditions
Embracing spirituality and celebrations
Even sexuality, the primordial creative force
Of the universe.

A poet, a musician, he discovers
New yoga postures, the fantastic drill-asan
Calm, in lotus posture he tells
The world what he thinks of it,
Finger and drill pointing ominously upwards.
Realizing that God is essentially stable
Nothingness essentially unstable
That neither God, nor nothingness
Nor David rests content.
From the far ends of the world we converse
Through dot com links on Stories we traverse.
I have met him not, but hear his prayer
For me in my uncertain hour
Giving hope out of nothingness.
David has the last word, after all
After all the goliaths are slain
And he has taken away, a little, of my eternal pain.