mental health
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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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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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The Three SingersI was brought downTo the place where all the world’s a poem, an art-garden,and all the people sculptors.Unwillingly admitted, in fact—a three-day sojourn among the cluttered, the broken-in.The fallen leaves, coloring still; not green again or yet(but greenness is self-serving anyhow).I met perchance three singers with one braided song.The song was mine, and…
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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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One thing we can know is that we are questioning As we question the nature of reality, we have very little that is unassailable upon which to build answers. One thing that we can be sure of, though, is our own questioning. What, if anything, can the fact of our questioning itself tell us about…
The Trinitarian Mystery 