The Foolishness of God...

Jon posted this poem I like quite a bit, and thought would be a good conversation starter:

The Foolishness of God...

Perform impossibilities
or perish. Thrust out now
the unseasonal ripe figs
among your leaves. Expect
the mountains to be moved.
Hate parents, friends, and all
materiality. Love every enemy.
Forgive more times than
seventy-seven.
Camel-like, squeeze by
into the kingdom through
the needle's eye. All fear quell.
Hack off your hand, or else,
unbloodied, go to hell.

Thus the divine unreason.
Despairing you may cry,
with earthy logic--How?
And I, your God, reply:
Leap from your weedy shallows.
Dive into the moving water.
Eye-less, learn to see
truly. Find in my folly your
true sanity. Then, Spirit-driven,
run on my narrow way, sure
as a child. Probe, hold
my unhealded hand, and
bloody, enter heaven

by: Petoskey Stone

Jon, (or anyone else who may know) is Petoskey Stone really the name of the poet, or a pseudonym?