Wednesday, July 8, 2015


"When silence occurs in an assemblage,
they say that Hermes has joined the company."
--Plutarch, "On Garrulity"


The quote and the image of Bloemstraat roses are by-products of a  recent visit to the House of Living Books, see www.ritmanlibrary.com.  If you are in the neighborhood it is a good idea to schedule a visit there. Many thanks to the Ritman  Family and Staff.  Here is a short break in the silence.



A Recipe to Prove the Arrival of the Child of Light©

To tell if it's time--
That your little one's
Magic has come to birth,
Just follow the simple--
Test recipe first.

Pay careful attention to the gathering of your ingredients.
Take three clear glasses:
One medium,
One tall and skinny,
One short and fat.

Fill the medium glass with water,
Then empty it into the tall skinny glass.
Fill again the same medium glass with water,
Then empty it into the short fat glass.
Watch closely, so not to spill.

Set aside the medium glass.
Compare the contents of the tall skinny glass,
With those of the short fat glass.
Next, to be sure, clearly:  ask the child,
Which of the two is holding more water?

If you find it tall and skinny
You may dream of leaf, flower and fruit,
But if you see the same in both,
Now you have our seed and root.
(Ratio est procreator Magicae.)











Monday, May 19, 2014

Not Quite Alone in the Brush Along the Rio Valderaduey

Escucha©

There is a star of wisdom,
There is a star of truths:
There is a star some insist to deny,
And wrap in toney suits.

There is a star of mercy:
There is a star of fears,
That twinkles gentle warnings
Whenever She's held near.

There is a star of victory,
There is a star of shame:
There is a star that comforts,
When someone calls Her name.

There is a star that has three twins,
There is a star that contains:
There is a star that burns within,
When nothing else remains.


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Harvest Time

Love Song Never Written©

French vanilla limbs with Autumn orange highlights,
Clear blue eyes shining in the soft silver night.

Daybreak comes 
Like a daisy in a gun,
You might stroll by 
And I'll feed on the light
That you give so free.

Melkweg skin with rays of freckled marcosite,
Clear blue eyes reflecting awe and delight.

Nightfall sprawls
Like a peacock on a wall,
You might wander by
And I'll dream on the light
That you give so free.

O, I feed on the dream that you might want me;
Yes, I dream that you might stop and feed on me.



Commentary:  what would it mean to you if you somehow had an insight that told you every love song ever written was really describing the writer's sub-conscious recognition of Deity in the person of the beloved?  That the song was not really about a person, but about the hidden God inside the loved one?  Would it help you feel a greater devotion to your beloved, and help you gain a richer understanding of the Mystery as well?  Would it make the surrender of personal will to another an easier thing to do?  Every love song ever written is about something we call God.




Sunday, April 27, 2014

Tree-Talking OM-Style, A Song







                                                                                                     




 Seven Seeds©


Seven seeds fell from a starry starry Height,
Whispering and whirling in the Night.
Seven seeds flung from the open hand of Love,
Circling softly like the wings of the Dove.

Seven seeds rooted in a golden honeycomb,
Where living water flowed
And the ground never froze;
They proposed to the rocks
Who were willing buildng blocks
For the houses we call a home.

Seven seeds flowered in the rainbow field,
Sweet and bittersweet is the fruit they yield.
But seven seeds sensed a sophisticated host,
So they exhaled scents seductive and posed in see-thru coats.

Seven seeds dreamed of Wisdom walking the Earth,
So they tempted wandering browsers with the colors and the nose:
Filled their heads with images of changing clothes;
Enchanting with a healthy dose of this and that,
Till their perfect charming Beauty finally filled the gap--
And they became the second Human birth.

Seven seeds grew strong and tall,
Crowns lifted proudly to the sky.
They knew when and where, who, what and how,
And now they even knew, why?

Then seven seeds left the trees
With everything they could need:
For inside each me, are seven seeds
Giving everything everyone needs.

Seven seeds fell from a starry starry Height,
Listening to the swirling of the Night.

Seven seeds flung from the mighty hand of Love,
Like a burning man praying to a shrub.



Commentary: seeds, metals, planets, chakras-- ( Once planted and cultivated with understanding), just don’t touch them. Let them do the touching.  Have confidence, and watch.  Mastery is a process, not a possession.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

She Knows Where The Hail Is Stored


Sleeper Listening
Binah Speaking


















 
Sleeping Breath©


From the purest source of curiosity, your brilliant little son asked a very profound question: “Do I breath when I am asleep?”

I told him yes, and that it was the most precious part of him which kept him drawing breath, and kept moving his heart to beat even as he slept unaware of his body’s needs. Grandpa said this was the hippocampus of the brain that did the job of breathing for us while we sleep. That comment is the very good understanding of an adult with some accurate knowledge of physical anatomy according to the best science of the time.  And grandpas should never be hastily corrected, even when they are only reasonably correct.   So I held my peace, waiting for some other opportunity to explain in terms a child could understand and remember.

The sages have steadfastly advised that we should submit gladly to the measured words of our authority figures (this is the basis of the advice to “Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s...”)--not because it is convenient to personal comfort, but because to do so is a reflection of that order which regulates night and day as well as ensures that none here ever fall upwards.  So to a child, the expressed wisdom of a well-educated and loving grandpa should be regarded as a dependable source of reliable information, and should not be undermined by casual speculation from the avuncular sideline. Yet somehow we sense that the mystery at the heart of sleeping breath is not satisfactorily unveiled or resolved through the definition of fact, and that the child’s curiosity is far deeper with potential insight than most questions of a day.  Mother’s intuition and feelings point to clues explaining wonderments of this nature, and impressions softly entertained can offer glimpses into truths which hard facts trace only in outline.

Still, it is common for a child to further reduce such seemingly conclusive answers to the probing of further questions, as in, “What makes the hippocampus do this?” No doubt that question will arise in thought, and hopefully become expressed in spoken words; and the answer I suggest is again “It is the most precious part of you which makes the hippocampus do it.” 

The sages have also claimed that the Divine only shows itself to us in manner and forms that we as individuals have the capacity to understand; as we grow in time and experience we can see this in the progression of things we prize and then leave aside as we discover qualities of value which overshadow the previous treasures of the passing life-stages. The Disney Castle playset gives way to the prom dress which gives way to the bridal veil which gives way to the building of the nest for the little ones and on and on. One precious thing is exchanged for the next precious thing that is consistent with the needs of each life-stage. 

But the most precious thing is that which remains with and serves us to the end, and beyond:  She who from within provides each with the activity of breath even as we rest in the slumber of passing on. And this is only one of the many things hidden Beauty provides as we sleep with eyes tightly open, each in the particular time and place as needed.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Hiking: Essay on the Commonality of Self-Interest



Temptress Redeemed over Time

Temptress of a Time



















Make These Many Words Into Treasure-Pictures©

All the spiritual traditions teach that they hold the keys to realization, and yet still there is conflict and violence as a consequence of their attempted interactions in practice. These keys have been cut from the same match and steel, but still the lock does not turn-- so that Peace, the goddess form Eirene, is far away over there, on some distant obscured vista of dashed aspiration. When many of these keys do not work well enough, and we know this is so because the common inheritance and legacy of the generations is a relentless cycle of promise crushed by oppression and intolerance, perhaps the key that fits is simply hiding in plain sight. And so, unsatisfied with poor results, we might dare to try another less parochial, less prescriptive approach.

If we examine the landscape of the lock, noting every notch and spring, each slide and climb of the metallic surfaces that both bar and allow passage through the door--then we might possibly fashion a more perfect key, one fashioned assiduously with humble unbiased concentration, and thereby produce a key skillfully molded to fit exactly our most benign desires. And finally, each in our own time and station, we may gladly toss aside the counterfeited keys that have proven over the ages to be unsuitable for achieving the noble purposes of common faith.

The Order of Life is sublimely reflected in the working of the lock and key:  both are systems that successfully realize intent through the agency of a multiplicity of Principles. The commonality of traits within these Principles can be distilled to essential parts by the concentration of our attention. All these enduring Principles contain the elements of Coherency, Symmetry, Balance, Economy and Elegance. These are the components of the lock and therefore to obtain satisfactory results for opening, our keys must be refashioned with the same guidance .

Coherency: Sameness in interaction and application from one part to another, so that non-complementary conflicts are avoided. For example, Yehoshua benYosep : “Turn the other cheek, forgive your enemy”-- and the sorry application of many faith-based structures that have, from time to time, supported and conducted genocide, oppression of knowledge, and civil warfare and division. The above indicates an example of the antithesis of coherency.

Symmetry: Likeness in direction, degree and orientation of forms and forces, including many recognized forms of inverse and other analogical speculations. For example, Hermes Trismegistus: “As above, so below.” And, “What goes up must come down.”

Balance: The pervasive current which maintains the web of Life in time and space. It is evident in all that the senses record to our awareness: the once green and growing maple leaves, now orange and rust-colored scattered randomly to replenish the fertility of the soil; the ugly duckling that turns into the graceful swan; the chase of the Moon for the Sun; the rise of personal intelligence in minute discrete packets, coupled with the long slow decline of physical aging.

Economy: The vision of accomplishment achieved most efficiently with little or no waste in the transformations expressed as a result of the operating system. Bees make their honeycomb cells in hexagonal shape, a structural form both strong and most efficient in space conversion and material usage. Conservation of energy is a corollary to economy.

Elegance: The end result of the interactions of the above elements. The efficacy of the working system meets all needs of the users with the total cost of conversion being within the temporal comfort zone of the participants. The form of the system seems to stand out against the mundane backdrop, a muted glowing beacon that generates confidence and real self-esteem in both leaders and the led. Eiffel Tower; Jacqueline Kennedy as the Lady of a nation, and in mourning.

So: our key must be conceived, formed, proven and corrected by the same elements that constitute the lock, if we hope to recommend it to the various spiritual organizations and mundane leaders for wholesale delivery to all who seek to open a temporal door to the Divine.

Coherency, Symmetry, Balance, Economy and Elegance: we need for each a more graphic image or symbol to make an impression on personal understanding which can be retained and practiced willingly in daily life. Perhaps this could be a person, place or thing that would correspond to the element in a concrete way that can be readily assimilated. As in:

Coherency: Like a guy not cutting the tree limb that he is standing on.

Symmetry: Like the dull thud of a blind-side epiphany revealing that the redeemer and the tempter are two sides of one coin, as in: “the Devil made me do it” and “the Lord died for my sins”. Both might be understood as subtle rationalizations, as less-than-mature flights from the priceless gift of accepting responsibility for the consequences of our own actions and thereby learning, through aversion and deserved shame, to do better than we have done before.

Balance: Looking into the eyes of the one in front of us and recognizing ourselves, only in a different coat of skin.

Economy: Using a fly swatter to remove that annoying buzz, rather than dousing the kitchen or basinet with DDT.

Elegance: During a break in the pomp of a State Dinner, secretly silently slipping off stiletto heels to follow the color and flutter of a butterfly into the White House Rose Garden.

If the keys to Harmony are Coherence, Symmetry, Balance, Economy and Elegance-- would it be worth the trouble to plumb the pool of your own fertile imagination for living pictures of each of these elements which excite ardent longing, vigorous aspiration and the reasonable expectation of accomplishment in your own heart? Or would it be less trouble to settle for the standard version of a disappointing authority figure’s chain of pre-ruminanted rhetorical platitudes-- and to take things as they have been found, time after time after time? To choose well, one might try concentrating on the relationship of unvarnished history to our shared status quo, and use those trusty keys that have worked well with natural elegance, across dogma, to loose the lock on Eirene’s door. And to make your own treasure-pictures of her sublime features, well- polished for gleaming.


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Gospel of the Moment, Received one Palm Sunday

One of Many True Holy Grails
Traveling is Healing
                                                                                                  
               















                                                                     

Good News©

Momma set the table,
Daddy say grace.
Sister do the dishes,
Baby brother won’t wait.

Neighbor come a-callin’,
Wavin’ ivory white hands.
Diamond rings flashing,
Found another righteous man.

Good news is a-coming.
Good news is coming your way.
Good news is coming,
Good news is a-coming some day.

No singing, no dancing
No drink, no cake,
No looking, no touching,
No welfare state.

Preacher come for supper,
Teacher cut bait.
Mayor come for shakin’ hands,
And they all stayed late.

Bermuda grass front lawn
Picture perfect flat screen tube:
Brown shadows cutin’ corners,
Another job big brother won’t do.
Good news is a-coming.
Good news is coming your way.
Good news is coming,
Good news is a-coming one day.

No swearing, double-daring,
No chocolate, no grape,
No bowling, no betting,
No government red tape.

Dreamed a vision one day,
World of peril turned upside down.
Couldn’t tell any difference
Between the joke and the clown.

Stars in their heavens,
Planets just passing thru.
Same thing keeps them moving,
Is looking out for you.

Good news is a-coming
Good news is coming your way.
Good news is coming,
Good news is here every day

No lying, no cheating
No beggars, no saints,
No preaching, no judging
No shouldn’t, no caint’s.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

A Song of the Current with Remembrance of Times Past


View from the top: Europe early 1930's

View of the bottom: New World early 2000's





                                                                            
                                                            Second-Greatest Generation©

Don’t do torture, round here
Cause it ain’t what the good Lord said,
To do-- oh, no
We don’t do that round here

But who knows?
Or who cares?
What maybe gets done
Over there?
We got reasons, we got needs:
They sing for Uncle when
You break their knees.

It ain’t easy, seeing the light.
It ain’t fighting when you’re in the right.
It ain’t inhumane, it’s just saving lives.

We got reasons, we got needs:
We got a Gitmo Jesus on our pin-striped sleeves.
Oh no, we don’t do torture round here,
Oh no, we don’t do that round here:
We got reasons, we got needs.

Got a law that says “Commander do what you please.”
Don’t need Einsteins to tell us what’s right;
Can’t be blamed when innocents buy it in our fights,
Ain’t cruel, it’s just the culture of life.

We got reasons, we got needs:
They got someone’s savior begging on his knees
Oh no, we don’t do that round here
Oh no, we don’t do that round here.

We got reasons, we got needs:
Got a waterboard Jesus on our cowboy sleeves,
Oh, no we don’t do torture round here.

But who knows, or who cares
What maybe gets done over there?

I have reason, I have need:
I have to sing for all living on their broken knees,
Oh yeah, let’s sing out loud right here.


Commentary:   Acts of severity untempered with mercy, as time and circumstances change, can lead to an erosion of faith in those in whom we place our trust.   The leaders who are lionized by the acclaim of history are those who have realized this dynamic, and have made perfect compromises for the sake of growing tolerance and justice.

 As we, the followers, grow in understanding-- the consequences of our own actions become more and more apparent, and it becomes easier to take action which reflects the foundational teachings of the great minds of our heroes, rather than to simply follow the leader of the moment.  When we understand that the Other has the same right and privilege to seek  the same self-interest that we desire for Ourselves, then we hear a voice that cannot be simply ignored.  And once the message is heard, it becomes an obsession to act in favor of balancing severity with mercy.


The leaders of great movements who are remembered with devout fondness and lasting honor are those who have listened to this voice, and have moved to act in concert with those who see Themselves in the Other.  It is never too late to think to listen, to hear, and to act accordingly. The glory of aligning with Justice, whose twin scales are mercy and severity, is said by sages of all Faiths to be everlasting.

(The curious are invited to inquire about the location names of the photos at the top of the post.)