"Nothing but the all of everything"

Up the Hill I went up the hill and here I see The death of the sun through the dogwood tree Seeing the mindful process entire From when it was too bright to see but light Then glory and the phoenix death by fire The promise of morning given by night And for the absence rising the higher What if God were wiser than we thought The universal better through worse Kinder than we knew or we forgot Making ourselves and others dizzy Getting nowhere but keeping busy Caught up in rules and regulations Races and tribes and warring nations? What if God were simpler than we are Nothing but the all of everything The ambient amniotic of The birth through death of the sun of love The still small voice of hope along the way No matter what anyone else might say Open and real and pure as a star? Differing traditions disagree And I with all of them as I am free Being a someone of the somehow On the precipice of the present now Though they insist on their explanations For that which they fear to understand Impotent but for the fear they command Maybe in others but not in me Because I see how below as above Always and everywhere God is love The ambient amniotic we Have given the name reality Here at now with God and you and me So close there is no separation No race no tribe no warring nation Nothing but the all of everything Open and real and pure as a star Better through worse through the universe Kinder than we knew or we forgot The how of now and the why of what Is but is without explanation And for the absence rising the higher The promise of morning received by night Then glory and the phoenix birth by fire From when it was too bright to be but light Being the mindful process entire The birth of the sun through the dogwood tree I went up the hill and here I see +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX