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Friday, April 5, 2013

beyond


So very many have passed beyond my reach before me, embossed with their memory, given in confession of desires: the life they had wished to live but did not.

Dear friends/God forgive me I cannot remember names as much as the emotions like cloud shadows passing over monumental faces, eyes flickering in confident ecstasy or swimming in sorrow or fear. What they were and by prayer will become far beyond my keen.

And for now, in silent reverence, for they and those who with me stand upon the cusp of time, I spin not Dervish but Prayer Wheel with some more profoundly raised upon the glistening of my braille memory. Changed irrevocably both they and me for no prayer is unanswered in the flesh of time and nothing lost in eternity. We all die sometime, somehow, and in death see the source more clearly; humiliated and naked as we came so we go.

1544
Who has not found the Heaven—below—
Will fail of it above—
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove—
- Emily Dickinson

Disclosure/Transparency:
I did not intend to include the poem but discovered it between what resides above and this. Faith is unique and inherent; or so I have experienced in numerous dialogs. Given my reverence and homage for The Author of all Creation. I am catholic. Finding my former belief in shards. That small “c” is significant. It means that I give equal credence to Islam, Buddhism, etc. More importantly to me is the experience of God; not the idea.

In the course of these recent hours, days, weeks, years: I have found threads speaking the same intention, thoughts, longings across all languages and all times, unbidden, (not specifically sought). I might as well be gibbeted as a fool, sage or whatever. In converse with M, last evening, I mentioned planting trees the shade or fruit of which I will never see. When I had money I gave freely to resources that offer education to all, but that was stolen from me, as my life might be via the agency of violence growing daily in America the land of the enslaved.

Instead, I give of myself, no longer relatively ‘wealthy’ in material ways. It may be that what I write are notes to those who have passed, our children, in the universal sense of family. The friends and brief acquaintances discovered everywhere.

Permutations have been made in me and in consequence I have changed. Yet I can change nothing outside myself and leave the world essentially as found. In a sense, at seventy-two years of age I am still looking for a Job Description while mentally young as I was at eighteen. I remember that I’ll never Grow Up but am compelled to do so.

The highest creation we can seek is ourselves in truth and love doing no harm. I can no longer remain silent in the company of “Nones.” Or those in whose company any mention of my resources would render me, in their truth/judgment/perception: insane. What a sweet madness!

I take myself not too seriously, humor being my best quality; always a student of life. I will close here with another set of quotes important to me:

"A good poem is one in which the form of the verse and the joining of its two parts seem light as a shallow river flowing over its sandy bed."
"Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought." +f
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."
"Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die."
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.”
"There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon." - Matsuo Basho


130405 03:48 beyond
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