The Hawk Deck 8:07am
It matters not that
Eye Am Human
It matters not that
Eye Am God
In love w/ All
M(eye) Sea
in molten Silver
& dewy trees
& grass so wet
Eye just let out
a cat
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I wanna start A Cult —
not the kind where the leader
drives 14 Rolls Royces
or where the leader talks
500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid
I wanna be the kind of leader
I already am —
54 years in the making —
a slice of human growth
out of two wedges
of eternity —
Mine is The Cult
of Clear Thinking
’cause I will never say
there is no such thing
as Divinity
My Cult is not a clubhouse
My Cult lives for Humanity
as God, merely God
as I understand no separation
–
Move Over Allah & Christ —
a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde
is on the scene
to speak Her Mind
Her Human Mind
which speaks for God —
Is Anyone Listening?
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
I waved Good-Bye
to My Working Husband
as He pulled out of Our Drive
I glanced across
My Left Shoulder
& saw how I survive
I saw The Silver
across The Sea
& knew It in a flash
I have all I’ll ever need
Forever I Will Last
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
To Dr David Hamilton Wilson
over the telephone from My Hospital Room
by His prescription:
“I have so many thoughts coming in —
even one for a new religion
based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:
Believe In Your Self FIRST
THEN Believe In God”
“Some People will accept
Your Ideas
Some People Won’t”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:46pm
“I Have A Very Simple Message —
It Should Not Be Hard To Grasp:
Man Is God
Is All I’ve Said
&
I
Am
Woman”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:15pm
What would happen
if The World
believed a 125 lb
white 53 year-old
North American female
is
God?
What if The World believed
Her Message
that The Human Race
is God?
The Hawk Dining Room 11:17am
The Swath of Silver
has moved
from My Kitchen Outpost
to beyond The Dining Room
I can see It
from My Marble Table
& I can Love It
all the more
— steel streaks included —
framed within
My Arched Window
garlanded by Eliza
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:17pm
I sat within My Pool of Light
illuminated at My Wrist
encircled by My Silver Bright
I saw My Pulse
and so exist
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm
Long ago & far away
I was housed in a place
I did not want to be
I did not want to be
& so I was stationed
in an artificial unit
of nurses, doctors & cafeteria food
for weeks at a time
yet I have no memory of what day
or year, I got out
it doesn’t really matter
that I cannot recall
the end of that terrible time —
all that matters now
is that I am happy
& I DO want to live —
My Life is full
in This Glorious Place
