Friday, April 17, 2009

A Holy Moment, Get It Or Not

Here is what happens. It cannot happen in solitude, even though most of the work is solitary work, and remains so throughout the life. There is other work, perhaps more important, called service, yet that is not the necessary solitary work which can bring you to the place where it happens. Question. Is it important that it happens? Answer. Silence. Yet service is the thread that binds it all into a useful whole, one foundation on which it is possible to erect the bridge. And yet the energy comes not from the service but from the solitary work. And yet the success comes not from the solitude but from the relationship. And further, the success is not mine, nor is it yours. Thinking "my success" is to fall yet further in.

A Holy Moment

It's not your finger
But your eyes that take my soul.
You point up and out,
While I fall into
The song praising the shine
In your holy eyes.

It's the flow of it,
Eye to soul, finger to me
Through heaven's wide gate.
What happens to me
Next is beyond my best words,
Beyond thought or reach,

Beyond your soft breath.

December 26, 2008 8:52 AM

I am sure that the poetry I belong to is poetry that is spoken, chanted, sung. Not as a song is sung musically (though that too) but as a spell is sung, chanted, Spoken. To SPEAK a spell is a statement of power, and yet power in this sense is indistinguishable from love.

Get It Or Not

True vision calls for song
As surely as the heart calls
For your love, for mine.
Yet not many see,
Nor it seems should they claim sight
Or already would.
This is all God’s choice
As much as it’s yours or mine.
We get it, or not.

This cannot be taught.

December 26, 2008 9:40 AM


  1. You write wonderful poetry...

  2. Christopher, good to see you're back! As always, I enjoy reading your work and being inspired by your style and content.

  3. "We get it, or not.
    This cannot be taught."

    So true, Christopher. Together with what you said in the first one - it's a "holy moment...Beyond thought or reach."

    I'm happy to have such a philosopher back with us. Hope you're much better.

  4. i am blind
    blind as a newt
    i bump around in the dark
    with stark ignorance
    i bang my skull on hard objects
    reveling in pain
    i seek more
    for i am vain
    an proud


  5. Thank you, Michelle, xox

    And you as well, Marty.

    Cath, hello again.

    Karen, It is good when the spirit of the season spills over like it did. I was still basically snowbound.

    GD, the amphibian generally has a pliable skin used for more than to define the edges. So many amphibious creatures use that skin to breathe. Perhaps you can tell me, my friend, what it is like to breathe with your entire surface like that. I would like to know what it is like to be so open. Can this be taught? {:<))

  6. certainly the proper breathing of vapors can be taught to those of aptitude......

    "The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god." Heraclitus

  7. Approaching The HolyAt Delphi, climbing
    from the road, north and then east
    up the slope devoid
    of all but grass, all
    but weary gray toppled stone
    and me so thin then,
    looking for the next
    thing to do in the late sun,
    searching for the truth.


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