philosophy
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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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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,…
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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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A PrayerI offer to you, Lord, my confusion.I offer to you my extremes.Let me be as a sapling in the wind,bending to the vicissitudes of my mind,bending to the response of Your will.Let me see the gloryof a pine, deeply rooted:faith by nothing overturned.Help me to lookwith equanimity for truth;and to discoverthat my sight expands…
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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…
The Trinitarian Mystery 