Deity

Paul Simon, the lyrically-proclaimed only living boy in New York, sang: 'the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.' He's right!

Deity is graffiti.

Deity is yoga is zen is everywhere.

And now a poem:

DAILY DEITY
Deity is the fruit placed before Buddha.
Remembering you are not a Buddhist;
You are a buddha.
Deity is the body and blood;
We lift them up to the Lord.
The father the son the holy spirit
The mother earth
Deity is endless aching days
Moaning
Echoes of shock treatment in the bleak halls
Asylum.
Deity is walking around a parking lot
in cool afternoon drizzle.
Deity is sitting with beloved children
mis estudiantes
in a dark theater
watching animals talk.
Talking
and smiling
and laughing.
Deity, I realize, is in our veins and lungs and heart chambers.
Deity is.
El fin.

Now back to my mother tongue, prose. Prose-ac. It's fun to insert deity into phrases from signs, like appending "in bed" to the end of your fortune cookie. "Young drives Horns to first national deity since 1970." Contraband deity prohibited. All deities are subject to search. Hot grilled deities! Please enter next deity. NeWorlDeity.

Deity is the keys on my typewriter. They sit ever so patiently until inspiration comes, discipline habituates, so that they may whizz through space, landing -- splat! -- to be a sacred letter, part of a word, a sentence, a paragraph, chapter, act, scene, novel, play.

Deity is daily, like life, like the breath that keeps coming and going...
whether we like it or not.