missing. To think of these random floating atoms; bouncing around like some giant cosmic pinball game;
and you are one of those atoms looking to find the next level of awareness and those atoms configure
to find the yang of your yin--then there is a piece, a tranquility. Oh yes, there is always some troubles in
paradise. But you can live in Almost Paradise. A place that becomes Sacred Ground. No words describe.
Feelings, shifts in the outer reaches of what can be barely touched momentarily seem to be real but one is not
really sure you were touched in such an incredible way. So you go back to revisit what was there and that
feeling of tremors comes again. The earth moves. How do you predict an earthquake a tsunami. Science
says it's getting closer to prognosticating the "big one." How do you describe that you were part of another
being for moments. That you were joined in mind to another and became a gift to them and they became a
gift to you that superseded self; or two egos became one--spirits welded together in time. Now, how can
you explain that. It is the best explanation for the holy trinity. Father and Son and there relationship creates a
third entity the holy spirit. Is it like the trinity theologians talk about? How did I get to trinity talk discussing
Yin and Yang?
I'm kind of an agnostic sort of guy, but I have a very strong sense that evil is a reality. So if you accept evil as a reality, it sort of means there is an opposite force. Now that just of confuses me. The patriarchal judeo-christian capitol g God concept just doesn't do it for me. It seems to me like that particular god concept evolved out of tribal dominance with layers and layers of trappings applied in an effort to nail down political power. When I think about the universe, the world we perceive out there in its unimaginable infinity, it is pretty hard to see where good and evil fits. I love the Leonard Cohen line: "He was starving in some great mystery, like a man who knows what is true" I sometimes think about how easy and comfortable it would be to accept a belief system like Buddhism or Christianity. Just sign up and leave you mind at the door.
Jesus, how as a recovering catholic, Marieke says that I cannot escape the barrage of conditioning that has
formed my thought patterns. My old mate and friend another recovering Jesuit educated wrote the above
big print. We all were so messed in the head in religion class. I don't call it brain-washing, exactly. Anyone
that suffered Catholic or similar conditioning knows what "recovering Catholic" means. How two beings
join; and the conjunction produces the spirit of the two. Is that why the moments after this commingling
people gasp, "Oh my god!" I believe this to be the ultimate proof of god--more proof than any watch/watch
maker syllogism (a watch must have a watchmaker). So philosophers and theologians can pile word upon
word to create books about god/ Love--but the un-understandable is still a mystery. "Oh my god!" This
is why people get married--or should be why they get married. This is why the pope wants to change
annulments : marriage participants were not truly committed when they said their " I do's."Seeking an eternal
love. A love that is like being an lo, and finding a ve and alone they are just two sequences of letters in the
alphabet; but put together they create the word love. How do you define this word love? Time. It is like
defining the word friend. First there is what people call a "clicking" or in tune harmony. This happening
time and time again is the true test. And so I have tried to explain to myself what cannot be explained. I
only know what time has revealed to me. The mystery of yin and yang is a mystery I love to contemplate.
Two spirits entwined in the continuum of time. Aging together, sharing wrinkles in added birthdays--like
four old friends re-unioning together on Lake Crescent-- taking off right from where they left off a decade
ago. Maybe yin/yang is another example of spiritual friendship cemented in time. Maybe there is a God.
There are always friends, thank God. Oops, I did it again. I am definitely not an atheist--I am not an
agnostic because I believe there is a god but that he/she is not knowable. So many religions cry out I
am the one true religion and I will kill you if you do not believe what I believe. This war on god beliefs has
happened before recorded time. I don't want any of those pantheon of religions So I say I believe in god.
I believe he/she would be on the side of good and that our acts of evil must be asked for forgiveness in the
confessional of ourselves and our friends. I believe it is our duty to create this god's heaven on earth. I
believe there is a great war going on between good and evil but there are still people that believe in the age
of Aquarius or in point omega. Will we win friends?
Why I am not to keen on religion; but am not a strict agnostic which means you do not know god yes god no. I do believe in god, but who or where is he.
Agnostic
I saw the
burning bush
Thank
you Jesus
Thank
you Allah
`` Sweet enticement
To
believe to be
One
dandelion seed
Whipped
up into a tornado
The
briefest time in Oz
Almost
as good as a sneeze
Pleasure
come and vanished
Promises
promises
Mansions
Franklins
virgins
I
dont think so
What
I portend
Hope
to share
Ecstasy
forever
Who
could refuse
A
home with checks for free
I
dont think so
I
could fall for total joy
A
dandelion seed is just a thought
Taken
by the storm
Blown
to Kansas City
Even schisms happen and can be healed. Scary how we can choose evil and hold onto it
After Reading
Under the Volcano/Confessions Reconciliation
The
impenetrable lost in dead end canyons
Wanting
a map to reach out
To
be found again
Slapping
ones own extending hand back
Almost
touched
To
revel in the bloody wounds
Wallowing
bloated blowflies
A
twelve course gourmet dinner of pain
The
wind is such a roving meteor wolf
Bouncing
around pinballs of memories
Black
bear stumbles into old hunting grounds
Hunter
finding old sign
Bump
stocks go off
Ricochet
madness
Thousands
of bounces a million cuts
God
how he missed her
Warming
hands holding both cheeks
Some
things should not be eaten twice
Self-mutilation,
self-abuse, cutting
Mortal
sins can be forgiven
Confession
before communion
Cramped
in his monks dungeon cell
Flagellating
whip sounds on naked backs
The
apple rotten not far from the tree the pear is mush
The
diesel engine is stuck
Trailing
derailed cars must be abandoned
Words
of a lover reverberating over and over
Lets
get back on track
Brush
off old mud smudges
You
and me volcanized once more to we
Wiping
blood off the tracks
Getting
drunk again on communion wine
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