If GodFace has color
it’s where atoms are empty . . .
unseen/beholdingly : radiating
liberatingly : self-recognized
where I AM is one color : clarity
self-meditative effortless deLight
that’s not lazy—
Garden E stability:
unexpelled by ego-stuck
GodFace color clarity
undammed by scenery;
beautiful or ugly mind-mirrors reflect
stainlessly : sudden-access quality
in-hearing silently : thought-free
understanding edgelessly : entering
GodSpace so fast it’s I AM already:
I AM actually, clear through egoity.
So why say ‘enter’ at all?
It’s [your] discovery : color one embracing
where it’s clarity it celebrates diversity
(each one intimately) ‘tween the temples
GodSpace color of
no post or pre : deLight
dry as GodSun now
immersing five-sense sea.
What color is GodFace? Is it compatible with diversity? The poem “color one” attempts to answer these questions
and simultaneously connect readers with authentic ecstatic enlightenment.
It’s no secret that his name is Ken Goodman, but
(when ecstatic meditation mates with poetry creation)
he writes under the pen name of ‘yours truly, the happy recluse.’
And he does it in Cleveland.