I Am Creator

Those who say God is a creation of the imagination expose the limitations of rationalism in its ability to reduce the infinite nature of Mind to a chemical process.  The question of whether Mind or the human mind came first is beside the point.  That the whole range of first cause questions can even be conceived of; terms such as Eternity, God, Universe, Time, proves that there is more to consciousness than that which can be measured.  Humans are forever seducing themselves into thinking that collective opinion, or even fact, is the same as truth.  Thus, the God concept is both a perpetual delusion and a first cause illumination.  Both exist at the same time in Mind, as well as in the minds of individuals.  

I Am Creator

I am Creator. 
    You are the creature.
I am the master.  
    You are the teacher.
You owe the debt 
    and I am the treasure.
You do the time. 
    I take your measure.

Greedy he is and thoughtless and vain.
I wanna run away from this thing I made.
He’s the loveless spawn of a drunken night,
and a pawn of his own rage.  
He loves to fight.
He says, “You ain’t dust!” 
As if we didn’t make him from slime 
and fur and teeth and meat,
never taught him how to live one day 
without killing anything gets in his way,
without making it clear he’s the one to beat.
And he thinks we’re exactly like him,
total destruction if it suits our whim,
and because of him we are known as “God”
and that one little word makes the whole thing very odd.
To think that we’re a thing he can use to shame
and destroy the people he always wants to blame,
he says I told him to do it, while he kills the young
and the innocent all in the name of the 
One true God, but he’ll never pray to Me 
or even call Me down, cause he 
just wants to listen to his own inner clown.
Now we’re the baddest thought in the mind of man,
a caricature of the great I AM,
set to the song of the prison gang.
The pride of man is with the damned,
the rich and the powerful, cool and tanned.
The biggest gun with the biggest bang,
the loudest mouth with the biggest fangs.
Remember who you are. 
Remember who you’re not!
Act the fool and you will get shot.

He’s gonna find himself in a jam someday,
and he’ll want my help so he can figure out a way 
to put us both in hell.  We can all go there.
Just cut hisself off, he ain’t got a prayer.
Gotta be smarter than a shoot’em up fight.
Wanna think about what it is, get it right.
If it ain’t black and white, it’s every color you can see,
every measure drawn.  This is history.

Imagination is a fearful thing.
It’s a tearful shot to the heart,
or a bird that’s winging it’s way
to a better place, to the song that’s heard
by a crying face.
But the fury burns hard in the heart of man
‘til he can’t stand to hear what he can’t understand,
and that the tide is turning from a wave
to a hurricane, screaming in vain,
you’re just another little man, but

I am Creator.  
You are the creature.
I am the master, 
you are the teacher.
You drop the bombs 
and you hold the treasure.
You do the torture.  
I give you pleasure.

You’ve got the ball.
You call the runs.
You give the orders.
You make the guns.
But I made the wind and I’ve got the sea.
And everything goes around comes back to me.

I am Creator,  
    you are the creature.
I am the master, 
    you are the teacher.
You owe the debt 
    and I am the treasure.
You do the time,  
    I take your measure.

Copyright © 2005, 2014 by David Larstein, all rights reserved.

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