God Meets Bugs Bunny Poem by Raj Arumugam

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God sits on the Heavenly Throne
regal, resplendent and proud
and surveys the wide universe
with infra-red Superman vision


Bugs Bunny burrows by
and sticks out his head through a nebulae
and looks up at God
on the Throne of Precious Stones
and says: er…what’s up, Doc?


and God casts an eye on
the impertinent Bugs Bunny
and says:
Who the Hell are you?


errr...I’m Bugs Bunny, Doc,
says the rabbit.
never heard of me?


You’re only a bunny,
roars God, sitting tight
and secure
on the Imperial Throne.
You’re a just a figment
of the human imagination!
Even if real,
creatures like you
never make it to Heaven
for you don’t even have a soul;
and so,
what the Hell are you doing here?




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errrr…calm down, Doc,
says Bugsy, and continues:
by the way, who the Hell are you?


I’m God! roars God.
I’m God the Almighty
Creator, Judge, Meddler in All Things
and I can throw Explosions at Will
and there is Nothing
that does not happen without Me!


and Bugs Bunny says:
so, you’re God?
I’ve heard about you.
but
my, my, what a big Ego you’ve got
but then you’re a Big Fella alright
with those big toes
and muscles like those of the Titans;
and if, as you say,
I’m a figment of the imagination
those humans are a figment of your imagination
as you are too -
a figment of the human imagination.


and God’s eyebrows meet
and the lines are aplenty on the forehead
and God screams:
You Bunny!
I’m sending you to Hell now
where you’ll be rabbit stew!



and Bugs Bunny says:
I’ll probably end up that way
one day anyway,
Big Fella –
so I don’t really need your help,
no, thank you
but really, tell me:
who are you?


I told you, screams God
and now God is turning red hot with anger –
I told you, you imbecile,
I’m God!
And don’t you get too informal with me
don’t you dare call me Big Fella!
And I’m not a Figment of the Imagination -
for I’m the Only True God!


but what’s that?
asks Bugs Bunny, taking
a bite off his red carrot.



What kind of question is that?
asks God. I am what I am.


Bugs Bunny smiles and says:
it’s a good question I asked, Big Fella;
you’ll know more about yourself
if you answered these questions
more honestly



You’re going to Hell!
screams God, jumping up.
You’re rabbit roast, baby!



tchk! tchk! clicks Bugs Bunny,
all these threats and violence
and power craze.
you’ve got a big
disorder, Big Fella, with all these
distorted aggression in your mind
and lust for power
and seeking vengeance
and throwing people and creatures into hell and fire!




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Oh! screams God in exasperation
and drops bottom in the Heavenly Seat.
God calms down
and says:
actually,
I’ve thought about that
all eternity
and you’re quite right, Bugsy…
But what about all those believers
and all my Saints and Preachers?
They all have been singing
my praise and inflating my Ego.
Tell me, you honest Bugsy,
tell me: Are they all mistaken?


errr, Doc…all those people
have just been projecting
their own cravings for power
and their lust for pleasures
and all their fears and their anger
and all their violence onto you
- so you’ve become what they’ve made of you…
which is why, I say,
don’t just keep repeating I’m God! I’m God!
don’t just keep saying
what you’ve been told to believe in.
hey Big Fella, empty yourself
of all you believe in
and empty yourself of all your thoughts
and start as one knows nothing.
and ask yourself, honestly:
Who am I? What am I?
then you’ll know the truth –
otherwise all you know is
what you’ve always been told
and what you believe to be true:
beliefs are not the truth, Doc


and God is astounded
for such words had never
fallen on God’s ears before
for all God is used to
are Praise and Sycophancy
and Purple Verses of Empty Glory;
and so God says to Bugs Bunny:
You know what?
You are absolutely right
and this Throne of Majesty I sit on
is the symbol of my own Big Ego
and all the lust for power of all my believers.
Give me a second….
I’ll destroy this very Symbol of Corruption,
this Symbol of Almighty Power –
I’ll let a thousand lightning of steel
flash through the space
between my finger nails and skin
and strike the Throne mercilessly
till the Throne is Dust and Powder


tchk…tchk…says Bugs Bunny,
there you go again
always violent
and tending to destruction…


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and God turns to Bugs Bunny:
You speak truth, Bugsy…
unlike all these human followers
and praying peoples
you speak the truth…
come….I abandon this Throne
and I shall follow you:
be my Teacher
and teach me the Truth


oh, God! says Bugs Bunny
that’s the trouble with you
and your followers:
always wanting to follow;
always on the lookout
for Teachers and Messiahs and Prophets
and Leaders to show you the way,
to teach you the way.
can’t you see:
anything taught to you
is a description
and the description cannot be the real thing
so that always you and your followers
throughout eternity are chasing
the description rather than the actual?
can you see that?
if you truly see that
you will never ask
for someone else to show you the way;
if you will truly see that
you will know
the truth is seen by oneself alone
not given or shown by another..



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and God sits on the floor,
astounded,
and God says to Bugs Bunny:
My God! My God!
These are true words!
Well, Bunny,
well, at least let me go with you,
let us go, you and me, and perhaps
we can inquire into this together –
not as teacher and follower
but as equals…


and Bugs Bunny takes another bite at his carrot
and passing it on to God, says:
take a bite, Big Fella…
and come, Big Fella,
we’ll dropp all thought and concepts
and we’ll go a burrowing;
we’ll burrow through empty holes
and we’ll go from cold Siberia
to the Deserts of the Sahara;
with no system or care
with no theory or theology
we’ll burrow our way
from America
and we’ll burrow our way through
and turn up wherever,
perhaps China
or Tibet or Indonesia;
ah, come
Big Fella,
for we’ll go merrily, merrily
with no beliefs and preconceptions
empty as the holes we create as we burrow through
and perhaps we’ll see then
what actually is


come, Big Fella, we’ll go a burrowing
and I’ll take you to meet this jolly fellow
in Australia,
I think they call him the Tasmanian Devil.
and Australia is indeed a big spread-out place
with most generous wide spaces
all made and perfect for burrowing….



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and so God and Bugs Bunny burrow through
the earth
and through the universe
and it is all eternity
and God’s missing in Heaven
and gone burrowing
but still the preachers hang on to their illusions
created by their lusts and cravings for power
for they always have followers,
they always have willing followers