poetry
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Let He Who is Without Sin Cast the First StoneTake up space in creation.You already do.Take your place in creation:Your place of creator and creature,As the imaginer, the imagining;What you slow grows; and what you let pass shall slip away at its pace.You see, there never were any rules.But if you want one, here:You cannot…
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If we choose to be, then we are reality articulating itself into existence as such. In saying “I am,” we at once give voice to God’s “I AM.”
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Crystal Teardrops (on Gender)My poems are crystal teardropsborn of confusion, crystallizedby its resolution.They work their way out;I cannot push them.Here’s one.I am the lightest amongst womenand I beat the heavy drum amidst the company of brothers—And why shouldn’t I?I carry years of Knowing and Unknowing,of the hardening and softening,of the chortles and the fire;and it…
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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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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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