Enlightenment

The way of Enlightenment is Three.
Toleration, Acceptance, Celebration.
By whichever of the infinite paths we travel,
These are the stations upon the way of Truth.

First, we must refrain from violence,
in deed, in word, in thought.
Even as we bear the centuries of hate,
Today, this hour, we do not strike.

This day, we do not incite,
This hour, we do not kill.
Perhaps today, we learn from each other,
We finally learn how to live together.

In living together, even in conflict,
mere forbearance becomes something new.
Not just tolerance of our differences,
our disagreements, our faults and strengths.

In spite of ourselves, can we at last accept
each other in all our complexity and doubt.
Forged by the flames of our
mutual distrust and discord.

Practicing acceptance, the final transformation.
From discord and difference; delight.
From disagreement and conflict; celebration.
From many at odds, many now acting in accord.

Celebrating every difference,
with endless delight in our infinite diversity.
Attaining the potential of all sentience,
Living into our souls’ divine light.

These are the stations upon the way of Truth.
By whatever of the infinite paths we travel,
Toleration, Acceptance, Celebration.
The way of Enlightenment is Three.

Service

Originally Posted on November 11, 2014

Something I wrote for Veterans Day today.

I have enlisted in the fight once more,
not like I did before,
not in my nations service, as I did in my youth.
Full of the idealism and the invulnerability of the young.

I am older now, much older, scarred, fat, and slow.
Cunning, wise, and patient.
I serve now in a contingent, which does not destroy or kill;
where the ends never justify ill-means.

A warrior monk who forges weapons from words.
Words which touch the soul.
Not my words, but the words of the most high.
The Creator whose voice gives birth to worlds.

Every mission now is one of rescue,
encouragement for the despairing, comfort for the dying,
My attention and presence for everyone.
Leading by Following.

Belief

I cannot believe this!
This could not happen.
This did not happen.
Did something just happen?

How fragile our minds.
Networks of neurons,
fluctuating electrical potentials
in a soup of common chemicals.

The miracle is that
we even have thoughts.
That fibrous meat can even
think at all.

What is belief,
but half remembered experiences.
Filtered through our
prejudices and fears.

Layers of conclusions,
based on foundations which
are fragile as soap bubbles,
and intangible as a dream.

Our base operating system.
The foundation of our reality.
Of what was, what is,
and what can be.

I cannot believe this!
This could not happen.
This did not happen.
Did something just happen?

Creation

Originally Posted on April 22, 2019

The Void is.
Filled with Potential, pregnant with Possibility.
Aimless, Prescient, Powerful.

Mind beheld the Void cherishing it.
Thoughts sparked in Mind,
a Dream was born.

Screaming in pain and delight,
the ten thousand things were born,
grew, reproduced, prospered, died.

There are many Minds.
Some cherishing the Void,
birthing many Dreams.

The Void is.
Filled with Potential, pregnant with Possibility.
Aimless, Prescient, Powerful.

The Old Country

Originally Posted on April 21, 2017

I have moved to the old country.
The land of my sires: a hard land;
poor in wealth and rich in spirit.
We find God in each other here.

For generations, my fathers delved under ground.
In Devon for tin, in Penn’s wood for coal,
finding only endless toil and death.
I am heir to their pain and strength.

Is my work all that different?
I want to think so.
Yet have I not sold my life, day by day,
working with little delight for mere pay?

Only when I am not on the job,
can I labor on what is significant.
The toys that bring me such joy,
the expression of things not seen.

Striving to find the balance.
My daytime work provides food and shelter.
Moonlighting as mystic, seer, and maker;
reflecting my truths in both realms.

I have moved to the old country.
The land of my sires: a hard land;
poor in wealth and rich in spirit.
We find God in each other here.

Time

Originally Posted on December 23, 2016

I am unstuck in time.
Each moment unique:
momentarily eternal.

What is time?
I am discovering,
some truths of time.

Time can be an illusion.
Consciousness and perception conspiring,
in creating causality.

Time can be a product of our limitations.
We cannot experience everything, all happenings,
all at once.

Instead, we experience time;
stretching those events,
across a lifetime.

I am unstuck in time.
Past is present is future.
My presence is.

Eccentricity

Originally Posted on August 23, 2016

A new thought, sparks in a mind.
Not like a fire, or the sun’s light,
not as any thing, which is only physical.
An idea, an inspiration, an obsession.

She meditates on it.
It is disruptive,
she does not want it.
It cannot be unthought.

It challenges beliefs long held.
She has discovered
a cracked foundation stone,
in her tower of understanding.

Over several months,
she examines it.
Though her variable moods,
she holds it in her heart.

The world reels around her,
as the reality of what was true,
ceases to exist.
Her new Truth is born.

A new tower takes shape,
out of the rubble of the old.
Each Truth examined anew,
as each course is laid.

A new thought, sparks in a mind.
Not like a fire, or the sun’s light,
not as any thing, which is only physical.
An idea, an inspiration, an obsession.