All Are Welcome
When I do shed this breathing body,
When I do shed these blind eyes,
Do not feel sad for me.
You will find me, fully sighted, Perceiving with my love eyes,
Awe struck,
As I fly into rushing river, wild flowers, red rock mountain summits, deep ocean waves,
As I join with my beloved Maple and oaks.
You will find me howling with my coyote, with my dolphin, my wolf friends.
Loving this stunning earth heaven.
When I do shed this breathing body, shed these blind eyes,
You will not find me in Some far away special land called heaven.
Where the so called holy ones, who preach their righteous truth, who revere the Right and good Way, whose eyes close from the light of God,
With those who are waiting for us wild ones,
to receive our punishment in some land called Hell,
Where these holy ones are praying for us wild ones,
To join them in their Perfect Heaven.
You will find me with the truest angels,
With the wild, imperfect ones,
Whose eyes are filled with compassion,
Who are Hell bent on freedom.
I will open my vulnerable, imperfect hands,
As these angels take me,
Into their imperfect heaven,
Where those who simply ask,
are welcome,
Please join me…