Buddhism
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This post is intended to introduce and summarize the main concepts presented in my book, The Trinitarian Mystery: Escaping Solipsism. Process is meaningless without objects that interact, but a world of objects alone is a world without content. There must be nodes AND edges. There are three models that I have found particularly fruitful that…
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DissectionGod gave himself up to our dissection.An ultimate openness; a kenosis.“Leaves don’t exist as such”—sure.But can there be such a house with no foundation?Can there be haecceity all the way down?Things evolve at random when there’s nothing at stake;but what strange trajectories mine have!And when does the bread I eat become me?Where does it become…
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I am asking my way out of nothingness, through cycles of assertion and doubt. In this process, I must privilege an interior in order to exist at all—that is, to be an object of apparent knowing. And so I conceive of self and not-self, or Other. Their ongoing relationship is in principle the whole of…
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Who Are You?Who are you? What are you?Who are you? What are you looking for?Who are you?I can see I.Eye can see eye.I can see I.Who are you? What are you looking for?(Now I know, and I’ll go, and I’ll see.I never knew what you needed from me.) In lieu of an original poem, I’ll…
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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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Be Imperfect and DieBe imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient constellations,With their stick-figure constancyfixed in the heavens.No! Forgive this conception and transcend it.Be a real constellation:Burning, ever-moving and gloriousfor your never-waiting, yourindifference to the supplicationof that old, inquiring organwhich churns inside youbut would petrify the churning.Be imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient spring,which pushes life…
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On Emphasizing the Out-BreathPlay your hunger.Strum it like a silver chord.Let it dance like a cool flameround the earthen walls ofthe fine ceramic vase of your body.Relish the out-breath.Without it there is no in-breath, no relief;Yet it is not only an assistant but a companion.Let it tickle your lip and whisper to youquiet songs of…
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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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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…
The Trinitarian Mystery 