Wednesday, July 22, 2009

What We Were Like, On Being The Right Size

This next is deeply true. I don't know about others, can't speak for you. I can be sure that I rarely actually fit in with people specifically. There seems to be always some difference difficult to swallow. I am required, I believe to overlook, rise above, find a path of coexistence. I am certain it is required. I am nearly certain it is necessary to the exact extent it seems to be.

This, I think is why the most mature spiritual walks on the planet emphasize forgiveness and mercy, compassion and love. These are the indispensible states of being precisely because we are so fractious. The Judaeo-Christian traditions viewed from the Christian perspective is in one way precisely this message, that the Jewish heritage was a working out of the Law, a clarity with God's perfect justice, and within that structure the revelation of love and mercy abides, embedded, obvious in its way, but still subservient. This is Old Testament as they say. Christ comes to fulfill the Law, to transcend it, to show how natural and in place justice is when Love ascends to its rightful position. This vision of Judaism makes sense to Christians but not to sophisticated Jews who will maintain that the ongoing Jewish experience also reveals Love. Muslims will agree. My mentor Hafiz just beams with the light of Love, Compassion, Mercy, Forgiveness. In fact he claims these are highly intoxicating and God's House is a Tavern where the Holy Drunkenness is dispensed. Herein is the Dervish Joyful Dance.

And Mahayana leads to the Buddhist Ideal of Bodhisattva. Infinite compassion embodied in Buddha to the benefit of all sentient beings deliberately and deeply present immediately and permanently. Turn and look. Then become. Hindu Tantra is the practical application of Love as manifest energy (sex is quite a small part of this).

I could go on. But the reality is different for most of us most of the time.

What We Were Like

My family was chancy,
all technicolor critters
hanging together
despite different
destinies in inner space.
"I hate them all, all!"
I've said that before.

Like a few other
places on this old planet,
here we stay even
though otherwise we
would never willingly mix,
no, would not ever.

January 30, 2009 9:56 AM


When I create, under certain conditions I feel closest to God, like the most deserving of His attention, the most likely to be doing His will for me. It is said in some circles that Man is made in the Image/Likeness of God. Though this phrase is Christian the vision extends far beyond Christian sentiment. What else can be the heart of it but those areas where we come closest to making something from nothing? And by bitter experience I know intimately that I cannot create, not really unless I also love, forgive, hold mercy and compassion close. This is just true.

On Being The Right Size

I took out my tools,
started building the world new,
just as you said to.
You said I make worlds
by fabricating something
and changing the old
and if I did not
then that one chance would be lost
forever. Oh my.
What a large burden.
When seen the way you say it
I feel really small.

January 30, 2009 2:56 PM


  1. Oh wow....yes.

    I find these small things
    embedded in my flesh
    taken root in that heart place
    and the miracle of it is
    when I forgive you,
    I show myself the mercy,
    how could I have known?


  2. Forgiveness, mercy, compassion, and love - fruits of the spirit, given to help us coexist on this planet. Technicolor, indeed.

  3. Have I said how nice it is to open this blog first thing and find you here? I will say it now. Thank you.

  4. I have been ill so I have not been blogging too much , but wanted to say hello, and as always C you are a wonderful read.*smooch*

  5. {he said we are} technicolor
    that tri-strip perforated
    mechanical film feed
    for flickering light
    making illusions
    more real

    the art is the illusion
    the mechanics of the illusion
    the technical prowess by which we
    delude ourselves
    and then with twisted tape
    splicing fragments
    back in place
    to project our stories
    on countless walls

    sometimes quietly
    sometimes with thunderous applause
    we watch ourselves in awe
    in dark rooms
    realizing we are the illusion
    deluded to believe our own
    technicolored caricatures

    somehow knowing
    our reflections are reality

    perhaps the only reality
    we truly know

    who knows what we truly are?



  6. Yes, you speak for many of us I think.

  7. {{{Cherie}}} I am sorry you are ill. Life can just get in the way. As Ghost points out, our illusions are brighter than the realities beneath. It is worse than that. There are veils. Behind the veils things are different. The differences are sometimes dramatic in themselves.

    The only salvation in this entangled state where illusion outshines the real is that the illusion is not in place to cause harm, is not a deliberate confusion, is not an evil, and in fact the illusion can be read with wisdom and reveal the greater part of reality in the wise reading. This of course requires a practice, a community, and a center to draw the seeker forth.

    Rachel, it occurs to me that it doesn't matter who you mean speaks for many of us. We all speak for many of us.

  8. Sounds a lot like my family, sigh...

    I also feel closer to God when in the process of creation.

    It is interesting that you have studied so many religions, something that I would like to do.


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