Group 4

I went to the bank to withdraw some cash from my account, "I'm sorry Sir," said the teller, "you're withdrawn by some amount." I said, "but I've been banking here for ten years My record is impeccable, if anybody cares!" The teller said, "But Sir, this is what the computer shows; That you've been with us for ten years, the manager knows. At the moment I cannot advance you any more cash If I do, I'll make the computer crash. What you now need to do with your account is credit, Then the computer will allow you to debit." On my way home I was thinking is this theme Universal, are credit and debit a cosmic scheme? Do we each have an account in the cosmic bank? Who deposits, who the tellers, what their rank? When I die, my bank account is left behind; In what account can my soul its karma find? Is there a cosmic computer that is keeping track Of our good and evil, and what we lack? What would cosmic tellers feel when they tell A customer, "you're overdrawn, go to hell!" No matter how many times we have lived before, Our account in the same bank was kept pure, The manager knows us even by first name; Computer keeps our account, all the same. Universal justice, I am not afraid, I fear reducing it to cosmic trade. What about divine grace, what of love? Generous is, if there is a god above. Isn't it better for this cosmic bank Do away with its money, file and rank, Everything we have gathered simply get, At the same time forgive all our debt?

The Internet has made cyberspace Though it is nowhere, in no place; Cyberspace is made of information Non-localized, from every nation. I once created a web page And felt like a powerful sage, A magician doing magic tricks Pictures of flowers, rocks and sticks Creating an elaborate illusion In a new world of confusion With its own rules, orderly, clear Though chaotic they appear. Then, in heavens, I saw a god Sitting at his desk, saying aloud "I want to create something new Something elaborate, useful, true. Just give me six days or a week Then at my new world take a peek." Thus god started in the no-place To create a new kind of space, Put much information into use With consciousness his world infuse; Gave his new world life and appeal Every creature for life had zeal, God made flowers, sticks and rocks God created time and clocks. Though it seemed there was chaos God's operating law was the boss. In this space of elaborate orderly confusion Cyberspace is the dream within the illusion.

I was sitting in front of my computer playing a game Though I played it a lot, I still cannot remember its name. Every time I lost, I felt it was a shame, with only myself to blame, Then I'd try again and again, until victory I'd claim; I'd try again for mastery, until the game I'd tame I needed no other reason, money, valor, nor fame. I was thinking about the concept of reincarnation, Was it real or merely a human mental creation? Could it be that we are reborn until we master the game of life? Again and again play this game, until we master both joy and strife? Then I gave my attention to the much bigger concept of Creation Could it be that God is sitting at his computer work station Creating a universe on his screen and playing it to either its self-destruction Or master this spatial-temporal game until it reaches perfection? And try again and again until God masters the nature of evolution, Mastery God's only reason, not learning, growth, nor dissolution.

A friend once asked me, which way is true North In a certain direction I brought my finger forth; To examine the truth of my informal report To the magnetic power of a compass we resort, I was out some degrees in my estimation Yet pointed towards North with approximation; With sense of direction each of us can allot If not which way North is, at least which way is not. And with our conscience, compass, our sense of Good Mind We can at least resolve to approximately Truth find; If we can't point to Truth, approximate or absolute At least with our mind's compass, untruth we can refute.

After many many tries Through my laughter and my cries I broke through the world of lies; Duality, the rope that ties. A glimpse of oneness my prize, Eternal, infinite in size, Omnipotent, infinitely wise Appearing in disguise.