This is a very personal page. It contains writings that have sprung more from my
heart than anything else on this website. They start with the most recent and extend
back in time. They are like messages from my past that serve as waypoints marking
some of my wanderings. I have been many men during the time spanned by these writings,
but I see there is a thread, a path, an underlying self.
I hesitate to call these writings poems since, even though I enjoy poetry, I have
never done the work to learn the poet's craft. The best description is probably
the French phrase "quelque paroles bonnes". Just some good words.
IN THE NOW OF LOVE
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In the frailty of the nights of my old age I feel sad to be separated from all
The generations of my children in this season of love and togetherness.
In the wisdom of the days of my old age I know that I am connected to them by
Love and that the love between open hearts prevails over all the distances,
Even oceans, that separate us.
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In the glory of the Light Within I also know that Love prevails over time,
Even over death, for the now of love exists within that timeless place
Wherein the Spirit lives, where all the past and future of our
Loves converge in connectedness.
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In the now of my love it is not Jesus but the pain and paralysis
Of my flesh that sinks beneath my wisdom like a stone.
In the now of my love, the Angel who shares my life
Is lighting a candle with a lovely light beside my bed,
The music of sweet sister, Snatam, plays beneath the light.
Casa Colombe is filled with the peace of the love between us.
And everywhere I look is beauty; the tree is brightly lit and
Decorated with playful memories, while the forest around us is
Resplendent with a glistening dusting of welcome whiteness.
Our larder and our hearts are full as we prepare to celebrate
The birth of Love into the flesh of humanity.
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Three months after his birth, I lay next to the newest child of
My great and grand parentage and looking into his smiling eyes
Sang to him Snatam's beautiful blessing that is my wish for all
Of my children and all of the open hearts connected to me
In the now of our love.
May the long time sun shine upon you
May all love surround you
May the pure light within you
guide your way on
guide your way
on.
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ACTS OF THE SPIRIT
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The youth stood shaking in fear and grief amid the ruins of his mountain village
The earth had shuddered and the buildings had tumbled into rubble.
Weeping, he shouted for all to hear
"I hate God."
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An old man, once his teacher, came to him, put his arm around his shoulders and said
This is not an Act of God, my son. Our suffering has been brought about
By the Laws of Physics- the same laws that create the magnetic
Fields that protect all life on earth from the searing solar winds.
Do you expect the finely tuned laws of the material Cosmos
To be altered by spiritual forces?
"Then, where is God?" asked
The youth.
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The old man pointed to the people risking their lives and digging at the
Rubble with bare bleeding hands trying to save the lives of their neighbors and to the
Medics working without sleep or comfort to bind the wounds and ease the pain of
Suffering family and friends while the priests walked among them mourning their dead
While aid and compassion from all over the world was descending on his village.
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The old man's open heart beat in coherence with open hearts all over the world tuned to this tragedy.
Such hearts are nodes in the crystal network of human consciousness that amplifies openness to the Spirit.
In laboratories and schools all over the world people were struggling with complicated data trying to
Learn what caused the earth to shake and the buildings to fall hoping to be able to predict and protect.
In hospitals and agencies all over the world the merciful who know no borders were organizing aid and relief.
In homes all over the world the compassionate who know no walls were donating the resources for rescue.
The compassion; the desire to learn; the drive to protect, comfort and heal; the courage to risk; love itself
These are Acts of God - the Spirit who is Love.
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In the coherence of the crystal and the co-inherence of the Spirit
The old man was filled with power, hope and love.
The youth heard him murmur "God is real"
As they knelt together in the rubble
Listening for signs of Life.
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VOICE OF THE SPIRIT
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In the sanctuary of solitude I listen
For the voice of the Spirit.
And I hear songs of love
Written in the rhythm of reason.
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When I open the black window hanging on my wall I see
The world outside through the eyes of the media.
And I hear the Spirit weeping with Compassion
For all the suffering children staring into
The cameras in confusion and grief.
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The Spirit weeps out of sorrow and frustration.
And screams "It doesn't have to be this way!"
The way out of this hell is simply Love
Because hell is where God is not
And God is Love.
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The Spirit has been whispering, shouting, singing this
Simple truth into mankind's heart from the beginning of history.
The sages of the steppes that gave birth to Indo-European civilization
Wrote in the Upanishads that Brahman the Creator was Love.
Jesus of Nazareth's life was a manifestation of that truth
And inscribed on the rock of His Church are the
Words of Peter and Aquinas that "God is Love".
Rumi and Hafez knew, danced and sang to
Allah as the Beloved.
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The disciples of hatred who have closed their heart to the truth of Love
Are free to do so because the essence of Love is freedom.
These creators of hell on earth choose to constrain others
And only achieve to be constrained in turn.
Violence will always beget violence.
The way of Love leads through compassion
To the growth of Awareness and the
Intelligence of cooperation.
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The Creator Spirit imbues all living things with awareness that is the essence of life.
And imbues evolution with the hunger to grow and increase awareness through
The feedback mechanisms of the intelligent brain and the networking of individuals.
On Earth, Spirit inspired evolution has brought forth humans: self-aware beings
With the capacity to Love and whose Consciousness is still evolving.
Those who have hardened their hearts to the way of cooperation
Are resisting the forces of evolution that have created them
And are denying themselves the presence and power of the
Spirit that Created and sustains all life in the Cosmos.
Only open and loving hearts can ever hear the
Beautiful songs of Paradise that are only
Sung by the Voice of the Spirit -
The God who is Love.
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THE HUNGER
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The tiny cell floating in the ancient ocean became aware of new dangers
And it hungered to live.
Its mem"brain" changed the chemicals of legacy and cloning contained within it
And epigenetics was born
At the dawn of evolution - billions of years ago.
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The tiny microbe floating in the ancient ocean became aware of the others
And hungered for their contact.
The hungry microbes sent signaling ions from their mem"brains"
And the chemical conversation of the colony was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
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The microbes became aware of the sunlight
And hungered for its energy.
The mem"brains" built and pushed paddles to feed from the light.
And photosynthesis was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
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The mem"brains" became aware of their limits
And they hungered for awareness.
They cooperated in their joining and cloning and awareness.
And multi-cellular life was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
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Humans shivering and burning with climate change looked to new lands
And they hungered to explore.
Light in body, large in brain, they ran toward the frontiers.
And Homo sapiens sapiens was born:
A giant leap of evolution - tens of thousands of years ago.
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When the running stopped and humans were home they became aware of love
And their hearts hungered with love.
They wrapped their children in the protective arms of love
And art and instruction and civilization was born:
A giant leap of evolution - thousands of years ago.
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Today, I am a tiny cell of awareness floating among the dangers in humanity's cyber-ocean
And the tiny I aches with the all the hungers of evolution.
My heart knows these hungers are the presence of the Creator in the living world just like
The laws of physics are the presence of the Creator in the material world.
And my heart beats with the hope that just beyond the horizon
A giant leap of evolution - is soon coming upon us.
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BONUS TIME
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For eleven days I sat in a room with death
Thinking about love, feeling my body
Weaken as the beatings of my
Heart continued to slow.
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But the light of love within my heart
Calmed me and brought me peace.
I saw this guiding light shine
Even on death and
Through death.
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Before taking death's hand I wanted
To leave behind words telling of
What I had found at the
Endpoint of these
Waypoints.
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I wrote that I saw that "The One", the
Spirit that quickens all life and
Inspires all awareness.
Is Love itself.
God is Love.
Love is
God.
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I saw that I, one of the many,
Co-inhere with "The One"
Through Love.
It was surrendering to that
Simple but profound truth
That brought peace to
My failing heart.
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The wheel turned. As death left the room
He told me to remember that
I was now on bonus time.
We parted on good
Terms.
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Now a miraculous bionic bonus maker
Beats away beneath my collar bone
Keeping my heart pulsing in pace
With my life's demands.
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I will live as I have lived but with renewed
Resolve to bring awareness and
Gratitude to as many
Of my moments as
I can manage.
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I will try to write of what I have seen
With clarity and beauty and let the
Light of love guide my way
In these days of my
Bonus time.
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ALTERED STATES
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In the straightest of states
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My awareness spins across time's ocean
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Lighting what I need to see to safely navigate
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This worldly life through all its frantic commotion:
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Maintenance and finances, responsibilities and dangers,
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Contracts and constraints, my body's urges,
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My body's complaints.
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Sometimes I need to slow down the spinning
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And focus the light on fewer things.
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As the spinning slows
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I can see the beauty that flows
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All around me, even glimpse obscurely the
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Connections beneath time between all that I see.
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I know that when the spinning eventually stops
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Only the mystical state of one-pointedness remains
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A place beyond the reach of language
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And this poor poet's power.
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There is skill in the slowing of the spinning
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Sensing the balance of doing and seeing.
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Not too much. Not too little.
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Seek bliss, Do no harm. The life
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Dance of this self-aware
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Human being.
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In the slowness of the spinning I find myself
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Slow dancing on Hanuman's altar to the music of Love.
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The skill to this dancing begins with the
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Hearing of the music.
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I want to slow the spinning and
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Experience the bliss of one-pointedness and
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Leave the reality of witnessing words in our 3D+1 Cosmos
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Before the fiery furnace of death dissolves my worldly life.
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I am the I who will die and
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I am the I who I will meet in the bliss of
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Oneness.
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In the slowness of the spinning
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I sense the Love. I sense
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The Bliss of total
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Awareness.
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I am the I who dances.
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I am the I who will die.
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The music will never die.
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The love I have danced
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Will never
Die.
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In the slowness of the spinning
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I sense Love. I become
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Love.
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Now the world calls.
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The seeing spinning speeds
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Leaving the altar to an altered state.
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- I wonder how the Tao is
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Doing?
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FIRES
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The skies over South Fork are blistered and bronze
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With smoke from the blazing burning forests.
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Magnificent tall spruce trees, wounded by
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Thirst in the dry windy drought are
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Killed by tiny burrowing beetles.
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The fires feed on the trees'
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Dry gray bones.
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The winds of drought drive
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The fires to rage against the
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The tired brave people charged
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With saving our human culture.
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Maybe someday the tired brave people will
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Rage against those who deny man's responsibility
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For energizing the atmosphere with our wastes and
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Upsetting the balance of energy between the
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Oceans and the skies.
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Maybe someday all the world's people
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Will cooperate in the struggle to bring
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Harmony between human culture
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And our planet's ecology.
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Or, maybe everyone will just go their
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Own way and the fires will continue
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To feed on dry gray bones.
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Tonight, I will grill some sausages,
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Marvel at the colors in the sky,
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And send my love to all the
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Tired brave people.
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WATERFALL
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The years that water my life
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Twist, turn, and tumble down the slippery walls of time.
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Looking back up through the mists of my freefalling days
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I see the swirling confusion and energy of youth and
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The focused forceful streams of manhood.
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I see rainbows bathed in the glory of light
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Painting the walls with beauty and joy.
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I see dark clouds tinged with salty tears
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Etching the walls with stories of pain and loss.
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Around me now are white waters of dissolution.
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I taste the surrounding sweetness.
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Looking down I can see the quiet green pool
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Waiting at the foot of my life's fall. Strength fails me -
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I fear the violence of the quickly coming splash
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The end of the waterfall of my years.
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Now the Spirit who rides with me through the fall of time
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Opens my heart to hear in the sounds of the splash
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The laughter of children and the music of home
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To find strength in the certain knowledge
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Of the Love that awaits me
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In the green pool at
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The foot of the
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Waterfall.
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SOLSTICE 2012
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Solstice
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Turning point for the North
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Days of deepening darkness turning
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Toward days of lengthening light.
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Tomorrow the Mayan calendars reset to zero
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The odometers turn over
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New cycles begin.
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Desperate for change, many hope
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That this solstice could mark a turning point on
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Mankind's journey of evolution from out of the caves.
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A turning away from ignorance and violence
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Toward the light of Awareness and
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The warmth of Love.
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Without a solstice, the road ahead descends further into a world
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Where religious fanatics and states slaughter the innocent
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Because they pray to the One God from a different book;
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Where insane heads of state are allowed to destroy
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Their nations in the name of national sovereignty;
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Where politicians refuse to cooperate for the
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Common good or the protection of our planet
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To protect the interest of the wealthy few
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Or the purity of irrelevant ideologies;
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Where the insane can easily obtain
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Weapons of war to massacre
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Our sweet babies.
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It is up to us, the rational and the compassionate,
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To bring about mankind's solstice and force a turning point.
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We can flood the road ahead with tears of grief and resistance.
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We can create a storm of howling winds of anger
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And thunderous cries of "Enough is
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Enough!"
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United we can resist leaders taking us over cliffs of selfishness
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And lift up those enabling the solstice of mankind,
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With their faces turned toward the light of
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Reason, compassion and the
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Wisdom of
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Love.
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After the solstice
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Comes the
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Light.
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A CHRISTMAS STORY
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The Christian scribes wrote
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"In the beginning was Logos,
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And Logos was with the Creator,
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And Logos was the Creator."
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In the language of ancient Greece, Logos means
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Reason, the Law, the Way and the Word.
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The Dharma is Logos, the Tao is Logos
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The Vedic Ṛta, ऋतं, is Logos
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And the sound of Logos
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Is AUM
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ओं
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The holy words of the Hebrew scribes
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Tell us that human beings are made in the
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"Image and likeness of the Creator."
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צֶלֶם אֱלֹהִים
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The Creator is
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Alive.
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Living Logos is Awareness.
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Therefore the Creator is Awareness.
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And the Sound of Awareness
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Is AUM
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ओं
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The holy words of Christmas sing
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That "the Logos was made
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Flesh and dwelt
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Among us"
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Om Mani Padme Hum
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ओं मणिपद्मे हूं
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The Infant of Christmas, who was made of Logos,
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Grew and lived among us revealing the Truth
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That Logos is Love
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And that the Spirit of Logos dwells within
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The souls of all human beings blessed
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By the descent of the
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Dove.
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The Spirit of Logos is the Holy Trinity of
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Awareness, Truth and Love.
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But the Prophet of Islam reminds us
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That the Creator is One.
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لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله
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The mystery of the Trinity is that
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Awareness
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Truth and
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Love
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Co-inhere in Unity as the
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Only Creator there is:
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"The One"
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The comfort and blessings of the Dove,
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the Spirit of the Creator, "The One",
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Comes to all humans whose
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Hearts are open to
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Love.
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CELEBRATIONS
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Surrounded by love
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Before family and friends
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I stood with Sarah and Will
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And asked the questions and said
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The words that married them
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Joining us all in a ceremony of hope
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Celebrating love and the beginning
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Of a new human
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Family.
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Surrounded by love
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In the quiet beauty of my home
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I celebrate my own marriage and family.
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The years have deepened and sweetened my love
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For Louise - the angel who shares my life.
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I take joy in the lives of the seven
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Women now walking the earth
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Who grew from my love and desire for a family.
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I still feel a father's tender wish
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To wrap them in warm white wings
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Of protection and freedom
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And unconditional
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Love.
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Surrounded by love
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I joined with our extended family this summer
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Celebrating the marriages of two of my granddaughters.
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Now there are three new families for me to love
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Three beautiful blessings to celebrate.
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For the more I love the more
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My heart is open to love
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And the more I love
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The closer I am to
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The Source of
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All love.
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Surrounded by love
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I celebrate the memory of the many people
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That have loved and inspired me along my path.
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The love that we have shared and the love that I have lived
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Are a part of my Self - the soul that lives forever
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in the ocean outside of space and time.
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The connections of my soul are blessed with the love -
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Of the family that nurtured and protected me as a child;
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Of the teachers that led me to awareness, love of the
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truth and belief in my Self;
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Of the young woman who grew with me into adulthood
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and gave birth to our daughters;
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Of the other women that joined their path with mine
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for a time and let me love them;
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Of the friends, the precious few, our souls connected
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through open hearts.
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Surrounded by love
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I celebrate the connection of my soul to spirits that
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have passed before me into the Ocean of the Creator-
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The relations and relatives I see in the palm of my hand;
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The ancestors coded in the DNA of my body's cells;
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The great thinkers and leaders whose words and lives
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continue to inspire my awareness;
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The people I have loved who live in my thoughts;
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The Gurus and Masters of the Brotherhood
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gently guiding my way home.
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I celebrate your presence in my life.
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THE CLIMB
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Striding up a vertical rock wall
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Splayed like a spider on water,
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He searched for purchase for the
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Tips of his fingers and toes among
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The tenuous and tiny imperfections
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In the smoothness of the rock.
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Clinging to the wall, he steeled
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His mind and aching muscles
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For the effort of the
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Next step up.
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Around his body was a safety rope
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Belayed to his beloved below.
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He was focused on a bolt glistening in the sun
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Anchored firmly in the rock just beyond his reach.
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She, focused on his effort, called out encouragement.
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Finally, he stretched toward the bolt
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With a clip on the rope in his hand.
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CLICK! Another stage of the climb
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Safely behind him.
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"Take me", he called out to his beloved below.
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"Yes", she said. She anchored
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The rope with her body.
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And he rested.
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PENITENTE CANYON
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During the Holy Hours
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of this year's Good Friday
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I found myself in a lonely part of Colorado
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in a narrow canyon that was once a path of penance
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and now a place where rock climbers
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challenge gravity and the
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strength of their
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bodies.
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Years ago, on this day,
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Los Hermanos Penitentes,
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burdened with their crosses, heavy
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with their sense of the weakness of their flesh,
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would struggle along this Via Dolorosa de Colorado,
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wounding themselves with whips and thorns,
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staining the dusty path through the canyon
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with dark drops of their blood.
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The only witness to their cries,
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the soaring hawk,
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the echoing
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rock.
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At the end of the canyon,
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during the hot and Holy Hours,
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one of the brothers would hang,
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tied to a heavy wooden cross, trying
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to live something of the sufferings of Christ,
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looking out at his brothers and his world
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as if for the last time.
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When the sun darkened, and the Holy Hours were over,
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His brothers cut him loose from the Tree of Duality.
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Imitating Christ, he had lived beyond the cross.
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But, had he been redeemed?
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Had he realized the end of the path to Golgotha
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and seen the path to Compassion and the rebirth of Easter?
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Had he seen beyond Easter to the path of Love
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that leads to the Descent of the Dove?
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Or, even beyond that to the
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path of Awareness leading
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to the Kingdom of
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The One?
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The brother chose redemption.
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He chose to follow the Way and the Life -
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the Truth of the paths that he saw
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while hanging from his
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cross.
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And in the Moradas of the San Luis Valley
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suffering people would find charity and comfort
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from the brothers who had chosen
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redemption at the end of
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Penitente
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Canyon.
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STORM
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A winter storm
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blew across my path
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the bitter winds driving me
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into a dark cave of isolation and pain.
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Brain and fingers
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weakened by the poppy's power
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unable to touch the keys that connect me to you
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I am saddened and shaken by a sense of
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aloneness as the storm
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rages around me.
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But I am not alone.
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An angel shares my life
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While the spirits of mercy
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Bind me with green and graceful love.
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In the darkness of the cave a glimmer of gratitude
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was born and nourished until it became
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a healing
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fire.
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The storm has blown itself away.
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Now I sit outside the shelter grateful for the springtime sun,
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humbled by the experience of confinement,
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softened by compassion for the old man
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- so aware of death,
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so longing
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to live.
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Once again I can sense your presence beneath these keys
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and the need to tell you of my love and longing.
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I feel you pulling me to you
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through these fingers
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letter by letter
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word by word
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touch by
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touch.
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ON HANUMAN'S ALTAR
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I wish to live on Hanuman's altar
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A place of beauty where all I need to know
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Is that Love is Awareness, Awareness Love.
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The place John Keats described where all
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We know and need to know is that
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Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty.
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It is the same, the place of
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The One.
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To live in this sacred place
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I need only to choose to
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Be aware and
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Be loving.
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If we meet on Hanuman's altar
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I will see you and you will see me.
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Seeing me, you are aware of who
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I am and of my love for you.
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For that is how the priests
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of Hanuman see each other
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When they are living
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On Hanuman's
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Altar.
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IHS
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This Christmas I wish
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Santa would cover all the crucifixes
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In homes, classrooms and churches everywhere
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With the image of the resplendent Dove,
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The image of life giving Love,
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The image of
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The One.
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On Christmas day all would awaken to the sight of the
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Suffering Christ, the crucified Son,
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Covered by the redeeming
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Comforting wings of
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The Dove.
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All would be reminded that the Son lives
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Within the mystery of the Trinity with the
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Father and the Dove as
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The One.
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And that the Word became Flesh to
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Show the people of the earth
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That the only law is
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Love.
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The Father
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The Son
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The Holy Spirit (Co-inherence, Love)
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= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
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The One
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Since the Creator is timeless, the Trinity
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was not born at the birth of the Son.
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Infinite and eternal
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Awareness
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Truth
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Co-inherence (Love)
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= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
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The One
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Since the Creator is Love,
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The image of the Dove,
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is also the sign of
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The One.
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In this sign we can conquer
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The divisions of duality
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By the Love of
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The One.
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FLOW OF CREATION
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Saint John the Apostle wrote that
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The Creator is
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Love itself.
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Saint Thomas Aquinas, Master of
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Theologians, wrote that
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Truth is the equation of thought and thing
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And the Creator is therefore
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Truth itself.
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If Awareness is the act of understanding
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Producing that equation, it follows
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That the Creator is
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Awareness itself.
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Awareness
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Truth
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Co-inherence (Love)
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= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
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The One
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If this is the nature of the Creator,
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It follows that the Law of Creation for us humans is:
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Be aware
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Love the Truth
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Love One Another.
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By following this Law we participate in
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The flow of Creation, the flow of
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Our evolution, the flow of
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Oneness.
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Resistance to the flow of Oneness
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Leads to the domain of duality
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the hell of division and
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destruction.
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Why resist the Dharma? Why choose duality?
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Even if you succeed in passing through duality
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The flow of Creation will continue
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To push you toward Oneness.
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Loving The One is
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Oneness.
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Oneness is the beginning
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And end of
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Everything.
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ऋतं
(Ṛta)
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Ṛta means-
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The Law -
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Order -
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Truth -
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Dharma -
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Tao -
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Asha -
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Logos -
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The way of things -
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The object of all scientific study.
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Long ago on the steppes of Central Asia
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The Vedic singers in Soma ceremonies
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Sung of their faith that
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Ṛta was the Truth and the Way,
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Ṛta could be trusted.
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Their hymn, the Rigveda,
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Greeted the dawn of humanity
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Celebrating the idea that
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Unites all humanity -
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Ṛta
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Millennia later the scribes of the Upaniṣads,
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The Ṛṣis, wrote that
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Ṛta + Truth = Brahman,
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The Creator.
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But along the way the Vedic priests,
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Lost in the duality of asceticism,
|
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Created the divisions of caste.
|
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Clear eyed Buddha saw no relevance for a Creator
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And no justification for caste.
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His Ṛṣis wrote that
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Ṛta + Truth = Dharma
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Where the truths were four and noble
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And the Dharma was an eight-fold way.
|
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But the enigma and confusion of the basic duality
|
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Of Creator and Creation, Spirit and Matter,
|
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Remained to plague humanity.
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As it does to this day.
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Centuries later the Christian Ṛṣis,
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Scribes of the New Testament,
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Gave us the clue to solving the enigma
|
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And salvation from the plague.
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The duality became a Trinity and the Trinity became One
|
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Through the mystery of co-inherence.
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They told us that the Father, and the Son
|
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Co-inhere through the Holy Spirit
|
|
As God, Allah,
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The One.
|
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But the religions of the world
|
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Seem unaware of the mystery of co-inherence
|
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And cling to their divisions and destructive ways.
|
|
So duality continues to plague humanity
|
Even to these dangerous days.
|
|
After centuries of looking, scientists, the students of Ṛta,
|
|
Have seen the beginning and the expansion of our Cosmos
|
|
And have witnessed the emergence of complexity
|
|
In the networks of evolution.
|
|
There is science behind the metaphysics of
|
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A created Cosmos
|
|
And a direction to human
|
Evolution.
|
|
Now has come the time for new Ṛṣis
|
|
To complete the equations of the
|
|
Upaniṣads and declare:
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Ṛta +Truth = Awareness.
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Brahma is Awareness.
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The Creator is Awareness.
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Awareness is the Dharma.
|
|
The basic duality, as are all dualities,
|
|
Is completed by co-inherence with the One.
|
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Creator
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Creation
|
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Co-inherence (Awareness)
|
|
= The One
|
|
Awareness
|
|
Truth
|
|
Co-inherence (Love)
|
|
= The One
|
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You
|
|
Me
|
|
Co-inherence (Love)
|
= The One
|
|
This is the scientific darshan of the new Ṛṣis
|
|
The path away from the darkness
|
|
Of duality and destruction
|
|
Into the Tao of Oneness
|
|
The Ṛta of
|
Creation.
|
THE BEAR
|
|
There was a hungry young bear
|
|
in our backyard last night
|
|
driven by drought from
|
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the wild places
|
|
in the Sangre de Cristo's
|
|
that can no longer sustain his life or
|
|
prepare him for the cold winter
|
to come.
|
|
Invading this human place he finds
|
|
water in our pond and feeds on the
|
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stingy dry fruit of the spiny Russian olive.
|
|
This drought is the work of La Niña.
|
|
Have I helped create this danger
|
for him and for us?
|
|
Are humans affecting the shifting Pacific currents
|
|
playing tag with La Niña and El Niño?
|
|
The data say yes, 97% of the experts agree.
|
|
Greenhouse gases are real and rising.
|
|
The Polar and Greenland ice sheets
|
are streaming into the sea.
|
|
Too late to remediate, can we at least mitigate?
|
|
We can try. "Burn less carbon - Electrify"
|
|
The experts cry.
|
|
If we deny and move too slowly to heed that cry,
|
|
the bear and I may eventually have to face
|
what animals always face - adapt or die.
|
|
Tonight in the high desert I long
|
|
for El Niño's wet
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embrace.
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HEART OPENING
|
|
As my skin defines the limits of my body
|
|
My heart defines the limits of my Self.
|
|
It is through the openings in my heart
|
|
that my soul connects with my mind
|
|
and my Self connects with your Self
|
through the openings in your heart.
|
|
From the inside, Love pushes my heart outward,
|
|
seeking to widen its openings.
|
|
From outside spacetime, my soul passes through,
|
keeping the openings wide.
|
|
Love brings Inspiration -
|
Inspiration keeps Love alive.
|
|
But who is the "my" in
|
|
"my heart" and "my mind"?
|
|
It is "I",
|
|
the co-inherence of Self and Spirit.
|
|
"I" exist and am alive. Ergo,
|
Spirit exists and is alive.
|
|
Such a beautiful symbiosis -
|
|
Matter and Spirit,
|
|
Spirit and Matter
|
|
Love and Awareness,
|
Awareness and Love.
|
SCIENTIFIC DARSHAN
|
|
The old darshan of the Upaniṣads
is:
|
|
Eham Self
A
|
|
Etat
Not-Self U
|
|
Na Negation M
|
=The
Self is not the Not-Self =AUM
|
|
That is the darshan of a static Cosmos:
|
|
where Being just is.
|
|
Buddha's clear eyes saw no relevance
|
|
for a Creator in a Cosmos both static and infinite.
|
|
His darshan for the Creator of such a Cosmos is
|
|
emptiness.
|
|
The old darshan for the Self has been used throughout
|
|
our brutal history to support the dynamic:
|
|
Self
|
|
Not-Self
|
War.
|
|
In the millennia since the time of the Vedic Rishis
|
|
science has taken the measure of the
|
|
size and the mass of the Cosmos.
|
|
It is scientific reality that our Cosmos
|
|
had a beginning and we are evolving.
|
|
We live in a material Cosmos that is dynamic:
|
|
where Being is Becoming
|
and spacetime is expanding.
|
|
For our Cosmos a new
darshan could be:
|
|
Self Self
|
|
Not-Self
Not-Self
|
|
Awareness Love
|
=Creation
=Co-inherence
|
|
where
the darshan for the Creator is
|
|
Creator
|
|
Creation
|
|
Co-inherence
|
= The One
|
|
This scientific darshan cannot be used
|
|
to justify dynamics that lead to ignorance, or hatred,
|
|
duality, or War.
|
|
This scientific darshan calls for dynamics that lead to an
|
|
expansion of Awareness and Love
|
|
and acknowledgment
|
of Unity.
|
|
Which darshan would you embrace?
|
|
Why cling to a darshan for a Cosmos
|
in which we do not exist?
|
GUARDIAN
|
|
A little girl only six years old
|
|
knelt praying in the quiet church.
|
|
She was confused and crying softly,
|
|
longing to love the Spirit like the Sisters
|
|
who were her teachers, but begging not to be
|
|
called like them into lonely service.
|
She did not want to be alone.
|
|
The old man felt himself kneeling next to the little girl.
|
|
He wrapped her in a wing covered in soft white feathers
|
|
that smelled of the sky and a faint whiff of incense.
|
|
He bent down and kissed the crown of her head
|
|
and whispered to her in angel talk
|
|
that only an open heart can hear
|
|
"Be happy, sweet child.
|
|
The Spirit will always love you.
|
|
She will always be there to guide you
|
|
when you open your heart to her.
|
|
No matter how you live your life,
|
you will never be alone".
|
|
Thirty three years later and
|
|
thousands of miles from the church,
|
|
the old man sat in a garden with the little girl,
|
|
now a courageous and beautiful young woman.
|
|
Her dark eyes glisten with the happiness of her life.
|
|
They are friends. Their hearts are open to each other.
|
His Spirit soars with love for her.
|
|
Could his Spirit really have been in that church?
|
|
Did she hear the angel talk? Why not?
|
|
The Spirit knows no time or place.
|
Is this how it's done?
|
|
The old man sees how blessed his life has been and wonders:
|
|
How many times has he been wrapped
|
in the wings of the Dove?
|
For Laetitia.
HOLOGRAM
|
|
Every being alive in spacetime is aware.
|
|
Awareness, the essence of all life,
|
|
is a living hologram
|
|
made up of tiny fragments, like you and me.
|
|
We are an infinity of awarenesses co-inhering
|
|
in the hologram as The One since we are all encoded
|
with the image of The One.
|
|
The coded image emerges from the hologram when we
|
|
are illuminated with the light of co-inherence,
|
the light we call Love.
|
|
We are The One when we live
|
|
in Love with each other.
|
|
The One is aware of the image of
|
|
The One in creation
|
|
when we
|
Love One Another.
|
|
That's why The One
|
|
created the hologram -
|
|
to nourish The One with the many.
|
And vice versa.
|
|
The One is the hologram.
|
|
The One is Love.
|
The One is alive.
|
|