spirituality
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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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I have been thinking about grace recently. Psalm 42 says, “Hope in God, and you will praise Him again.” This strikes me because it seems that if you hope for grace, then you will have eyes to see it: or rather, you will attribute to grace what may otherwise have been attributed to chance or…
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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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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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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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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…
The Trinitarian Mystery 