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And What of All This Swirling?And what of all this swirling?To see life always in reflectionOn the eye to which I hold myselfAnd when until its stopping?Can I hold for longer stillWith all I know awash?And essence—what to knowAnd what to let slip through—When will it matter?Time—to hold and time forAll. But what—and more,For whom?…
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A WaveThere is a place, a starting point for thought,Where the wave is not a breath, nor an unseen excitation;A time when the ocean wave is entirely and only itself.Here I see the space is vast that isolates a lover,And turbulent the time that shakes the brittle tie of one to one.If I should cast…
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I was thinkingthat one has a certain amount of time with one’s lover to essentially memorize their responses and reactions to things; to download, as it were, their “software.” During this period one obsesses over their loved one’s least gestures, tells stories to their partner in their own mind—and they imagine the lover’s response.They have…
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In the Buzzing of DragonfliesThere’s a manlike activity in the buzzing of dragonflies:Their darting and zipping,their pausing to evaluate, then flitting away toward gain.There’s economy, intention, drive.But our highest calling is not like this at all, but ratherthat through our eyes the Lord may view again His Garden;And by us stroll through His creationto find…
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The Mother Goes AheadMaiden, whither do you go,with your diadem of silver andyour ecru shantung robe?Won’t you stay a while and count with methe ways a net can hold a sphere,and whether it may flow?Else let me wander in your wake:Give to me hibiscus dress,hedge maple breast:And I will guard your taxa;And create myself by…
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As Petals FadeAs petals fade pale pink and fall,more delicate than before,so is there beauty in the twilight of love,which moves us even now to take all in (and then out).Time flows to lovers as a warm breeze.Let the warmth be an urgency and a blanket.Let us hold each other as if we’re falling.For love…
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I undertook the project of writing The Trinitarian Mystery beginning in May 2022 as a means of grappling with the experience of the onset of my bipolar disorder. I had a profound experience at the beginning of my first manic episode. I felt in my body an almost indescribable feeling of truth. It felt like…
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My friend Avi asked me something along the lines of what I would say the meaning of life is in one word. At first I was tempted to say, “Love,” but that word has too many different meanings or connotations. I felt then that I should say, “Support,” to single out a specific kind of…
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Today I find myself very tempted to resume my reading of The Road to Reality by Roger Penrose. This is a book that was first gifted to me by my fried Floriano in high school, because he knew about my affinity for physics. What he didn’t know is how this book would feature in my…
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Recently I was in Maine. I stood in the woods and really appreciated the weight of my own philosophy, my recovery from mental illness, and all that I have come to learn and unlearn. I used an app to check whether the trees I was looking at were yews or firs (they were balsam firs).…
