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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Prayer of the Children
If you happen to recognize this men's a capella group, please let me know.
I'm breaking my own rule and posting something that's not my own work. I wish it was. Click to the right of the "YouTube" logo to get the full screen video -- and grab a tissue.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
What is LOVE? Who is GOD?
Mysticism for the Shallow Mind
LOVE is GOD ~
for GOD is LOVE (1 John 4:8) ~
All of it!
Every warm feeling or thought,
Every kind word, spoken or written,
Every secret longing, every unselfish action or prayer ~
ever and everywhere, since the first light of the first dawn.
The unseen, often unfelt, centripetal force that makes us One.
That is what Love is -- and that is who God is.
Powerful beyond comprehension.
All the rest is garbage or glitter.
Any more questions?
-- an excerpt from the imaginary anthology, "Mysticism for the Shallow Mind"
for GOD is LOVE (1 John 4:8) ~
All of it!
Every warm feeling or thought,
Every kind word, spoken or written,
Every secret longing, every unselfish action or prayer ~
ever and everywhere, since the first light of the first dawn.
The unseen, often unfelt, centripetal force that makes us One.
That is what Love is -- and that is who God is.
Powerful beyond comprehension.
All the rest is garbage or glitter.
Any more questions?
-- an excerpt from the imaginary anthology, "Mysticism for the Shallow Mind"
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here ...
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This is Noel -- the Frickin' Kitten from Hell -- in Jekyll Mode
Olivia's World
With photo credit to Lisa Hawthorne and apologies to Andrew Wyeth.
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Life is NOT Just a Bowl of Cherries...
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Life is NOT Just a Bowl of Cherries.
Sometimes Life is a Bowl of Berries.
Sometimes Life is a String of Pearls.
Sometimes Life is a Bag of Squirrels.
Sometimes Life is a Bowl of Warm Piss.
Life is What Happens ~ It is What It Is.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
THE LORD'S PRAYER
-- St. Cecelia's Mass of Hope
| Free sheet music |
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MP3 (audio extract) / MIDI
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Impressed Yet Distressed ~
Counting the Ways: #10 and #11
You bet
I'm impressed,
for you are very kind.
I must confess, as well,
I find you very sweet ... Dear Heart.
But yet
I'm distressed
for in my foolish mind
I just pressed (oh, hell!)
Control, Alt, Delete ... Re-Start.
I'm impressed,
for you are very kind.
I must confess, as well,
I find you very sweet ... Dear Heart.
But yet
I'm distressed
for in my foolish mind
I just pressed (oh, hell!)
Control, Alt, Delete ... Re-Start.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
TOWARD FULFILLMENT
(Reprise from April 11, 2010 - with one word change)
Where are you going, my Little One ...?
We choose our path and pack our own duffel,
mostly with stuff that's not worth its weight;
and we set out on our own private odyssey --
or perhaps we wait for a ship that never comes.
Though never quite sure where we are going,
we are guided by Wisdom bought with pain
and by a gift of Grace, which somehow appears,
perhaps delivered by a prophet, or just by a friend.
The Cloud of Unknowing hides some distractions
and we suddenly realize what we've known all along:
that Being Loved is the place we have been longing for;
and Loving is the only way that will surely get us there.
All the rest is colored bubbles.
We choose our path and pack our own duffel,
mostly with stuff that's not worth its weight;
and we set out on our own private odyssey --
or perhaps we wait for a ship that never comes.
Though never quite sure where we are going,
we are guided by Wisdom bought with pain
and by a gift of Grace, which somehow appears,
perhaps delivered by a prophet, or just by a friend.
The Cloud of Unknowing hides some distractions
and we suddenly realize what we've known all along:
that Being Loved is the place we have been longing for;
and Loving is the only way that will surely get us there.
All the rest is colored bubbles.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Part I. CRITICISM FROM OTHERS
From CRITICISM, A TRILOGY
FOREWORD
My head wrote this poem to buoy up my heart
when it was low in the water.
It worked -- so now we offer this verse to you,
with sincere hope that you’ll find something useful.
If you don’t like what it says or how it’s said,
we really don’t give a dust bunny.
FOREWORD
My head wrote this poem to buoy up my heart
when it was low in the water.
It worked -- so now we offer this verse to you,
with sincere hope that you’ll find something useful.
If you don’t like what it says or how it’s said,
we really don’t give a dust bunny.
It’s Not About You
Do not take to heart
any judgmental comments from others.
Cynics and most critics
are cursed with a relentless itch --
A need to convince themselves
that they are not inferior to others.
They project their fears and inadequacies
onto whomever they can.
So when they make disparaging remarks,
it is one self-image chastising another.
Neither one is yours.
It’s not about you at all.
If someone throws bricks at you,
do not stoop to throw them back.
Build something with them --
perhaps a wall around your garden.
Leave an open gate – you want a boundary,
not a fortress or a prison.
Elitism is a Euphemism
Snobbery is Insecurity all dressed up
in fancy, musty clothes from a stuffy attic.
False Pride is Shame going the ball --
but dreading midnight.
Snobs are afraid they’ll be found out
to be like everyone else, frail and flawed.
Most of their shortcomings matter very little,
but one crucial virtue is lacking.
Humility – the habit of seeing yourself
as you truly are, not as you wish to be.
Once you accept the truth,
there is nothing left to prove.
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