All posts tagged: Knowing

I’m Not Big on Conspiracies, But…

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Poetry

I’m not big on conspiracy theories, but, man when your heart becomes a field of grinning beings pulling rubies out of a passed hat and, there that goddamned magnificent moon is staring you down with a pregnant candor that makes rocks moan in their sockets and try to sneak you answers to the question of your existence, and all this with the whole domed sky watching, I do grant you there’s a certain bald logic to keeping on […]

A Poem For You

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Poetry

I wrote this poem for you. You wonder how this could be, since we’ve never met. You think I would need to know at least a few things about your self before I could make such a claim. You think, perhaps, that our two bodies should have shared a room at least once before I could even consider such a crazy idea as writing this poem for you. Or at least they should have heard one […]

Drilling Down

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Poetry

We have to drill down. Straight through it. Through the door we nailed shut all those years ago. Through the weathered planks and carefully placed stones. Through every concession we once offered to the sky that the sky could never take, and still be a place for shining. Through all those fragmentary hopes that never went anywhere. Through that half-light we never really wanted. We have to drill down. Down through our belief that things might […]

Moulting

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Christ / Course Ideas

The process of shifting identity from the false perceptions of the ego to the valid identity we all share in Christ appears, at least for me, to involve passage through states that closely resemble one or more of the following: a flock of large metal plates approaching both the speed of sound and the US Naval Artillery Rail Gun Test Range; a repeating dream in which you hike up the side of a mountain to […]

No Way to Live

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Poetry

It is possible, strange though it may seem, to imagine that right now is a most exquisite Love note written with you in mind, to imagine that this very moment– with all its shortcomings, flaws, minor aches and pains, pain killers, and just plain killers, the war department, the paperwork, and the miffed populace in which you’re mired– is a tactical choreography offered in the only language you yet understand, suggesting with all due respect that […]

Migrations

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Christ / Course Ideas

I was in Washington, D.C. this past weekend with my wife and her eight year old grandson, and we went to an IMAX film to see the story of Fred and Norah Urquhart, who spent much of their lives in a quest to understand the migratory path of monarch butterflies.  After several weeks of an extremely busy schedule at work and an annoying skin infection that has been insistent on delivering its message– a time […]

Intersection

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Christ / Poetry

Illusion is a grid of two-way streets, an endless network of choices. Asphalt riddled with diesels, sirens, and street lamps. Buildings with decisions stacked up to the sky like trays of factory-laid eggs waiting for chicks. Dropped ceiling meanings.  Angled views. Helo pads on top.  A strange silence up there. What if the engine fails? Parachute racks, lightning rods and hose reels. Tightropes strung from peak to peak. Wind socks for safety and guidance. The heavy […]

Whatever This Is…

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Christ / Poetry

For a time it was vitally important that I witness the sunset, that I look up from whatever act of commerce or gastronomy had caught my attention that day and look west, to pause and listen to far away places that seemed, for just a moment, to pour through the offices of my heart in fleeting snippets of a cosmic dialect. That was the moment, the precise time to say it: whatever this is… I […]

Jesus, Unfolding

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Christ / Poetry

I met Jesus while crawling on my belly beneath a rock, scratched and bleeding, panting with the effort to catch a single drop of dew with my swollen tongue, straining to taste its coolness before it swelled, and gravity plucked it out from under me. I’d been trying the same stunt every morning at this spot for three days. Now I was too weak to move on. At the last moment, I hesitated. It was […]

Can It Be Enough?

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Poetry

I am fragile, but when I shatter– as I must, and soon– a warmth will remain. You will find me again. That is the most dazzling magic. This realization comes while standing at the edge of this life, looking down, hovering weightless– a sand grain witness to a vast sea. Each arriving wave softens the distance into which my longing stretches. I am readying to dissolve. Together, can we cover the Vastness? Or will I buckle, […]