Over Time, We Do This To Each Other

Words soften, subtle caress
upon ears, imbued with light held eyes.
Aloft, then settling
in currents of the hearts cascading
over rock; spilling, trilling,
in singing waters we go wading.

‘Tis pain pressed tenderly
against wrapped and fragile bone,
for so long inflicted with the
angst of the unknown. Lo,
hear my wailing pour the wine
Like waves rolled by the ocean.

Pass your gentle hand through me
and sweep away this veil,
between skillful lips
and the awaited kiss,
that draws the ribbons tenderly
from loves unopened gifts.

So little time remains
that I’ve erased the minutes meaning
from anything I can count on,
be they digits, duration, or friends.
Maybe now, never maybe,
Who’s to say “when?”

A life’s pendulous procession
in the pulsing recollection of
moonlit ponds and night blue clouds.
And shadowed owls
saying hooooto the metronome
its rise and fall of swallowed breaths,
that spins the many pointed star suspended,
swinging in my pitch black chest.

And interspace, what is this?
A measure of a thing not there,
an atom, a planet, an anywhere?
The void is filled with wrinkled plans
of faded routes from
me to thee defying
never-again, but then again.

Oh there’s been greater distance felt
with a lover by my side
than I have cherished with
such a glimmering soul,
across a galaxy’s divide.

A soul that sees mountain ranges
as thin as air,
and rivers raging, weathering
but no more than
the silent stream
of a single tear.

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Composition in Completion

I was once the music of my era
So melodic and lyrically astute
and I painted myself
into the foreground of a song
and became both composer and instrument.

I’ve become the narrator of my own drama,
the protagonist, villain, and victim;
the watering pair of candlelit eyes
waiting in the wings of life,
for my denouement to begin.

You are the soft curves
of a smile that cradles remembrance;
Pooling in the palms of prayerful hands,
harmonizing with the Sahara’s singing sands –
All of nature in peaceful cadence.

Music is the bell of nostalgia,
ringing softly in the distance.
I follow its calling,
as a bee who seeks
the saccharine path of reminiscence.

‘Tis in our nature to stop and sip
from the sweetest pool of time-gone-by
and then, once quenched, open our wings
into the sibilant breeze of destiny
and live love’s ballad whilst our bodies die.

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Franklin Graham – The Rescinding of Duke University’s Decision to Allow the Adhan on Friday

Note:  Some of these writings have been sitting in my draft box for some time – but they are still contemporary issues and controversies… necessary discomforts that guide change.  Like much of my writing, this is parked here until it works its way into books – two due out in a March/April time frame.  This particular piece came to me after reading Franklin Grahams Facebook post on the said subject above.  And the comments that came from so, so many people were hideous, evil, venomous, and hateful.  So much so, that I believe in the seeing of red from such deep ancestral injury, I don’t think many truly knew what they were saying or what topic talking about!

I must explore how we believers in One God, named of Abrahamic faith, can hate each other so deeply (exemplified by Graham’s rescinding of the call to prayer on campus… or in other cases removal of “Under God” in the school pledge of allegiance). This cannot come from the perspective of believers in one God. In fact, if we search history, we may find it’s not the religion to which we ascribe, but the political and socio-economic ideals that govern and challenge society. Look at Christians and Catholics in Ireland, Native Jews killed refugee Jews during the Zionist movement in the early 19t century, and over 650,000 Americans, overwhelmingly Christian, slaughtered each other during the U.S. Civil war – an unprecedented number of deaths in that span of time. The worship and acceptance of God in our hearts might have ameliorated this, instead, we invoke God with our egos to muster enough of our own callousness in order to kill anyone…our own blood, our own religion, other reglions… the same callousness that fuels some of the horrible comments people are making here. And any man with God in his heart, including Mr. Graham, should and would absolutely NOT agree with the vitriol being cast about in this thread.

Civilization has evolved (or de-evolved) over time – and as I reflect on the present, I’ve never found a conflict between these religions where there wasn’t FIRST an abandonment of their own faith (not an excess). Each closes their eyes in prayer, and becomes blind to their differences and appeals to the same God. Each partakes of water and fruit from the same oceans and trees of which none solely own. Each knows humility and hope, as they kneel and rise again from the same earth, toward the same sky. Each blessed with differences, unified in their preaching of peace.

The energy it takes to wade through the morass of facts behind law and justice, politics and the fine print within human rights amendments, depletes us of our morality. This creates a drifting world, of victims and perpetrators. Until every perpetrator becomes a victim and every victim, a perpetrator . We have lost our reverence for stillness, and silence and mystery…and but God. Such a silly thing is a thing such as God, unless It is still and silent and a mystery in your heart. That’s how I shall be first, that’s how my children will be first. We will not raise our voices until the wind comes from that Pristine Abode in our hearts. Then shall we speak.

Nowhere in these scriptures (despite the misappropriation of meaning in their violent passages) is the killing of innocents and “non-believers” called for. Where religious belief dominates a politic, the politic will resort to killing to protect its politic (even above its religion). Indeed this is the ONLY reason any nation goes to war; and ALL nations go to war and all blame the other. It will continue to happen, as this is how nations operate – stop blaming religion as its cause, and turn to religion for its comfort.

And the vicious killing of innocents on or off the soils of our abodes, without provocation, is not even nationalist, nor religious…. It’s lunacy. And no where in the Quran or the Bible is this condoned, nor does God (by any religions account) call for the murder of anyone, let alone those who do not believe in a God at all. Hence, there is no God, but one God, and Muhammad was the Prophet and Messenger of God, and Jesus was the Messenger and Prophet of God, and so were Solomon, Noah, Moses,Abraham, David….and all of these prophets came to bring a the message of One God and leverage a change for the betterment of mankind.

The Last Prophet came 1,300 years ago to seal the Monotheist faiths and to “perfect religion.” But it warned that men would misinterpret, distill it into laws, it warned against compulsion to accept it. Like Judeo-Christian societies, it turned on itself. This is not a scourge particular to only Islam. No, the change we are seeing is not the doing of Muslims or Christians or Jews. Having been among each of these faiths (personally) they are more like each other than terrorist are like any of them. I was raised by a Jewish, Christian family, was baptized as a Catholic, “saved” as a Baptist, and then recited the Shahada. I have a unique journey through religion that affords me these perspectives and all within in a society that allows me to speak them. Until now! But I speak anyway.

These reactive, fear ridden changes we swing at violently, are the result of centuries of moral decay and dilution of all faiths in the fear of poverty, disease, starvation, and the subsequent aspiration of wealth, power, national security and materialism…. Major political regimes came after the prophets and to deny these regimes their role in your/our problems, and to instead solely blame religion, tells me, many have diluted their faith… they have conscripted God like a mercenary, kicked him out of their hearts, and placed him in armament; turned him into an idol, and then killed and died and spit venom all for nothing, achieving nothing…abandoning the one Friend each and every one of us once shared in our hearts. We’ve turned our backs on Christ and Muhammad, peace be upon them.

We desperately grapple for the most personal thing we know, our own brokenness, and then attach religion to passion and lash out in any way we can – to be someone. The cause of this strife is not the preponderance or diversity of religion – it is it’s fading… and in so fading, we cannot see so clearly that we are wielding religion as a weapon, all of us; and hence we have abandoned our personal relationship with God.

We are all Christian, we are Jew, we are all Muslim – and the sooner we accept our “inner” singular faith in harmony with an “outer” religiously pluralist society we are in, the sooner we’ll realize the true reason for conflict eludes us… the war begins within ourselves and there is where it ends. The journey from the heart to the mind is this Jihad you fear, the journey back is every man and woman’s Haj.

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Freedom is a Drop of Mercury

Freedom is a drop of mercury under our thumb. We press it for answers, we seek to contain it, and it eludes us. It is what is left after we discover everything it is not. What is not “not free.” It is longing for, a celebration within, an expression of … a life without sadness, impedance, discomfort, anxiety – and fear…fear. There is only One freedom, it’s always there (that brass ring) and it is seen most clearly by those who DON’T hold it. But let’s indulge.

Many believe freedom is a divine endowment, but first you must believe in God. Is this really true though? We run around with our individual totems of freedom, like pagans with idols. There is a singular higher authority that is evident in all humans… it discloses itself at opposite spectrums of being-ness, when “…something just doesn’t feel right,” and when “…something seems quintessentially perfect.”  It is a self-cognizance of pure and true freedom, and this self-knowledge precedes a belief in God.  Nourish the soul that believes in freedom.

For some, freedom began and ended with the vindication of a school bully; for others, liberation from our parents who restricted us “for our own good.” My freedom could be “spelled out” in the Bill of Rights, The Articles of the Constitution, the laws of Loudoun County, Virginia, the City of Ashburn, and my neighborhood home owners association. There is even an International Bill of Rights. And my freedom allows me to bear arms, while another’s does not. I am free to speak, another is free to express malignly, but another can say nothing under penalty of death. Freedom is Franklin Graham spitting vitriolic characterizations of others not of his religious ‘ilk.” Even our currency reads “In God we Trust,” but money is not free for anyone.  I don’t believe most humans know where to place freedom within our personal corpus of true inner convictions.

And like anything we value as providing us advantage (vice opportunity) we measure it; we decree it as if it’s our own, and treat it as a commodity to be dolled out and regulated by the powerful. Thus it is lusted for, not honored; craved, not sipped; we have a voracious appetite for every thing we believe freedom entitles us too. As a commodity, we “fear” it’s limited in supply; it carries weight, and becomes a standard of moral currency. In its misperception as a commodity with which everything is for trade, freedom enslaves humankind by exploiting our weakness in character and proclivity to accumulate things in excess.  Freedom is not a quantity.

Freedom is too often treated as a “thing,” when it is really “no-thing.” It is a state of doing, a state of being, a state of having and not having. What is fair, what is free, what is “right,” these are very different and often confused things. These are not about giving everyone the same amount of the same thing… it is stepping off of their necks and out of their way, and giving access to be what they already are. Freedom is not what’s in it for you. Freedom for you begins in how you choose to see and respect what is in it for others. Two things free from each other, are neither slave nor master.

Have you noticed, the greatest quotes on freedom don’t come from the wealthy, the free, the privileged … and certainly not me. It comes from those who are and who see themselves as “not free.”

I think of Martin Luther King, Ghandi, Malala Yousafzai, and that boy who stood before a military tank in Tiananmen Square. I think about those in this world who truly recognize freedom, and I ask them where it begins and ends.

Every great man was once Not Free.

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Love does not rule lovers from a throne

Love does not rule lovers from a throne.
It is far more humble, the sapling within the trunk.

Even the apple at the top of the tree knows better.
Its leaves wake and quiver and turn toward the morning light.

The higher a picker climbs, the more unsteady his ladder.
The more patient the ripening, the sweeter the fall of the apple.

Love not only reaches with extremities toward a beckoning sun,
but it is drawn from the dark earthbound roots that first knew the grace of light.

Relentless roots will split rock and lift high edifices
in their quest to find the nourishment for its flowering fruit and leaf.

And yet roots wither from thirsting leaves not lifted toward the sky
by limbs which absorb the relentless winds and steady the tree.

High up in the canopy where the colors deepen, fragrance releases and pollen drifts.
Low to the earth, in symbiosis, lovers carry waiting baskets and bellies filled with apples.

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The Keepsake Box

There’s a silver ring in a wooden box
Set in its bezel is an acorn I found
On a path I took
When you weren’t around
Half buried it hid
Just below the ground.

Placed over these is a secret note
Tied with a rose colored satin ribbon
From an enigmatic beauty
To whom I’d given
A match she lit to a candle I held
Which pooled in my palm
With my skin it meld.

There were other memories too,
Like a pyrite cube and a fragile shell
One beneath a lock of hair
A quiet clapper from a broken bell
And some unspent coins from the pacific rim
And other trinkets I’d thrown in.

Its lid unopened, surfaced dusted
The hinges loose and rusted
A lonely shrine for a thousand loves
Each before the other was never enough
But the box itself is your memory’s chest
Which leaves no wonder that
Filled with others, overflows with emptiness.

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Endless Unwrapping

I received such a peculiar combination of gifts.
What is not peculiar
about the diversity of unanticipated gifts
is that “everything” is peculiar. The giving, the receiving –
Oh, nothing can ever be so fully revealed
with all this endless wrapping and unwrapping;
and that continual revelation
is the true gift.

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Diminutive

imageI laid down on the sand, humbling myself before this majesty and felt diminutive in the foreground of such immense love shared between the Sun and Moon. The ocean tides ebbed and flowed, and mountains blew down, forests were razed, glaciers melted, and deserts were washed away. But I held on while the truth fell all over me.

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Quivering Hearts Be Still

Quivering hearts be still
Even a rising mountain is but a tear drop
slipping into the universe
Worlds are built anew
from sorrows like these.

Greater mysteries weep for you
than you for those,
Soothe these channels,
twisted saline braids
that carve our cheeks.

Your beloved has passed
dissolved through the veil
through which you saw her
to mix inextricably with
an ailing conscious

When you find within a lover what  you seek,
you recognize God within your own heart
you love away separation, distinction, and “otherness”
The framework of what is left is a ghost
What  taunts you,
protects  you.

 

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abandon our camera (#25wtT)

We cannot always capture beauty with a camera; perhaps it is best to simply BE the beauty we hope to expose through device and instrumentation.

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