Thank you, Joseph Campbell
for telling a truth.
Thank you for rising above the censure.
“For in your deepest identity, your were god”
I wish you'd found another name for it.
Then again, you did
Buddha, Gaia, Shiva.
But all their history is the same
and it's awkward to say
“you know who I mean”
“you know what I mean”.
For in our deepest identity,
in our utmost being,
we are god.

In our deepest bliss
in Ocean's innermost self,
in the delight of being flat, grey Stone,
the core of being Bone or Shell,

in the heart-deep flight of Birds,
the tongue-deep pink of Roses,
the pain-deep moan of cello,
the cave-deep eyes of Wolves,
we are god.

In the needle-line webs that Spiders draw,
the pointillism style of Snowstorms
and the rococo of Grapevines,
we are god.
In the S curve a Woman's Body sculpts,
the classical arch designed by Elm Trees
and ground so deep in the lens of a Lover's ancient eyes,
we are that god, that buddha, that goddess.

Whitman's Grass, the Artist's caress,
current of the Deep, and Shaman's grasp,
we are essentially,
in each One's essence,
We are God.

E. Robinson is a longtime lover of the subtle Iowa landscape and a teacher of community-based education.