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Upon AwakeningFor what was I born?What did you want from me, youwho woke me from my slumber?Or did you just wish to show mewhat it was to be awake?To be surprise itself.To talk with a bird, on a walk, too small for my hands.To know the crunch of a pinecone underfoot.To feel the warmth of…
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The nature of scientific progress is a perennial question in the philosophy of science. Are we gradually converging on a complete, true description of reality through scientific inquiry, or is the evolution of scientific knowledge more akin to an unguided evolutionary process? In this post, I’ll argue that the answer lies somewhere in between: science…
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Conversation with a TreeI ask the tree,“I know that my binaries are spectra,and every name’s a judgment.Any walls I have ever built worked both ways.But how far can I extend?And If I start, can I stop?”It says,“I grow upward because there is no limit;If I began from a height and extended downward,I would have fixed…
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The Man with no PrideFor me there’s always timeswhen words can do no better:The laughter in your eyes,the pattern on your sweater.I don’t pretend to knowthe places we could go for warmer weather.For me there’s always times when words can do no better.To the man with no pride,Nothing could be better;For the man with no…
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When the Light’s Indigo (On Heaven and Hell)Relaxing a fistthat you didn’t know was closed.Radishes—how they wave their magenta redsThrough photon fields to find me.How mother’s voice gets softer when she sings.Where will I go when the light’s indigo?(and oh what a silly thing to say)But while I am still, you can bet thatBrick by…
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To See and Be Seen It is a burden to be seen. Does she stare at people too long because she is trying to see herself in their eyes? And what does she see there? It is a treasure to be seen. In her I see a brook, carving gently, slowly Soothing with a crisp…
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We Lose Sight of it in Small TownsWe lose sight of it in small towns.In the forest it is clearWhat tension grips the heartwoodAs bustling the leavesAnd desperately the roots reach out—To live, To take, To change.What difference it would makeIf I could live half so ardentlyAs once I loved you. This is one of…
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A Frog SomewhereI am One with the great Silence,and I am the calling-forth:The echo of “Who am I?”In the stillness of “I AM.”Again and again, my assertion;My falling over myself, responding.Can it be? How can I be?And why at this time, now?( )But for every call to righteousness—For every cry for being—There is a foggy,…
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It Was GoodIt was good(for even just a moment)to stand before a single tree;To let it be this!To let it be thus!And to let it be Other:To let it be the subjectof an oath, or a song,or dirges. I have decided to limit my posts to a few times per week, rather than every day,…
The Trinitarian Mystery 