OBELISKS AS “SUNBEAMS”

Fashioned out of stone, symbolically they’re meant to represent “sunlight” –
Because without light, there’s no life.

In 1848, the Masons, to honor Washington, laid the cornerstone
Of the world’s tallest Egyptian style obelisk –
A giant “sunbeam” set down on the broad lawn of the Nation’s Capital
That wasn’t completed until after the Civil War.

Not many people know the Washington Monument symbolizes a “sunbeam.”

Some think it might represent a stone “penis”
Erected in honor of generations of hard-nosed Southern white men,
Others think it might be a stone “compass” used to measure national power.

Perhaps, though, it should have been painted bright yellow
So its original message of light and life would have been clearer.

Or, later on, red
To remind its citizens of all the innocent blood Americans have historically shed.

Or royal purple
To express the awesome power inherent in a long run of Western Empires –
One of which America currently oversees –
But has recently, thanks to the current President, been losing at the speed of light.

Today, America is in danger of becoming increasingly senescent –
Really, just an empire of aging white men –
Whose deepest, longest held desire has been to ignore all the free independent young women
Who still care about this country.

 

 

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DEATH CREATES BEAUTY

Death creates “beauty” since we’re unable to fully appreciate beauty
Without acknowledging the backdrop of death –
Especially when it’s shining through.

Death creates “love” because we won’t achieve our inherent capacity to love deeply
Without becoming aware of the curtain that’s about to fall –
When love, literally, “explodes” into our consciousness.

Death creates “life” because ordinary quotidian life doesn’t appear fully real to us –
So, unconsciously, when we start becoming aware of this –
Death sticks its ugly head through our window –
And “wakes us up” –
Forcing us to become totally alive!

In sum, so long as we refuse to acknowledge death,
We won’t have the ability to “see” ourselves –
Or much else for that matter.

Terror and the void are birthplaces of extraordinary “beauty,” “love,” and “life” –
So, shouldn’t we be a little more grateful for their existence?

THINKING ABOUT BEAUTY

One can’t “see” beauty except through love –
In fact, beauty will refuse to come into existence without its presence.

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One can’t “recognize” beauty without truth
Because, without it, one can only make out a fuzzy, indistinct façade.

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One can’t “enjoy” beauty without justice
Because injustice causes us to forget everything else.

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Beauty is “fresh” … “fragile” … and always “temporary.”

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Beauty is the most valuable thing that’s actually not a “thing.”

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Beauty is like God – evanescent – so we’re often uncertain about its very presence.

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Beauty’s central to what makes life worth living.

GOD IS NOT PERFECT

God is not “perfect”
Just as nothing alive is perfect.

The only true perfection is death –
Anything alive cannot be perfect, by definition, because life’s constantly changing.

Think about nature, is any of it ever “perfect”?

Jesus was never perfect so long as he was alive –
He only achieved theological “perfection” after his death.

Thinking about achieving “perfection” will only make you unhappy –
Why would you want to be unhappy?

The interior “judge” you’ve been trying to satisfy by perfection is a dead spirit –
Why would you want to be dead?

Be as imperfect as you really are –
“Alive” –
And as happy as you can be!

Perhaps even “joyful” –
If you’re not afraid of leaping into reality –

A reality filled with life.

JOY

Joy can’t be bought, earned, or manipulated.

To experience joy, however, is simple!
Just open up your heart to God
And everything else in existence that’s “good” will start rushing in.

It’s like what happens when a black, white, gray world
Suddenly gets drenched in vivid colors –
Or when one realizes that life can’t be a “true life”
Without God at its center.

Joy is a fountain that never ceases –
A spiritual light that never dims!

In fact, human beings were made with joy for joy!

However, it’s always a personal decision
Whether you’ll permit joy to begin rushing into your own life!

LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN

Jesus didn’t want us to be “like” him
Instead, Jesus wanted us to be him –

Yet not “him” – he simply wanted us to be our “true selves” –
Just as he was a “true self” –
With a similar relationship to God.

He kept inviting us to join his wedding party with God –
Insisting we hurry along.

But this looked like it could be dangerous – and still does:
Seeing like Jesus could “see”
Hearing what Jesus could “hear”
And experiencing God – much like Jesus did?

So, we gave it some thought, and, given that apparent danger,
Decided it would be much better to stay one-step removed from God –
In a sort of ego-drenched “half-life.”

Actually, Jesus did want us to have it all! –
That is, a life lived as a “true self” – in the presence of God –
Everywhere and at all times.

Jesus knew about living with this God of surprises –
Experiencing life like little children do –
With their “magical” lives!

Why don’t we take Jesus (as opposed to some theological “Christ”) more seriously?

ASKING FOR DIRECTIONS

Vacant churches line the seashore.

Strolling along the sea/land divide
Religious teachers casually toss artificial pearls out onto the deep.

But true religion, courageous and contagious,
Is unwilling to accept anything less than a life filled with joy.

When everything else begins to exit,
Love comes rushing in at the last moment bringing its own surprising reality.

What’s the point of arguing about the nature of God?
Every person knows what she knows – and that’s that –

Until, that is, someone remembers to ask
For directions.

LIFE AS A HUMAN BEING

God is hardest to acknowledge
When life seems easy.

God appears most frequently to hearts that suffer –
Not those on vacation.

Suffering never ends
But neither does joy.

Joy and suffering make up a bi-colored ball –
Each failing to come into existence without the other.

In fact, we only experience joy
To the same degree we’re willing to suffer.

Isn’t that life
As a human being?

EVERYTHING’S SPEEDING UP

Crows never get tired of yelling up in the trees –
Or God of patiently waiting for us to wake up.

The green world just keeps coming, doesn’t it?
Nothing stops it –
Because it’s impossible to return holy gifts
No matter how much they’ve been devalued or ignored.

Life keeps unfolding like an infinite Persian carpet that’s continually being woven –
With bright colors, intricate birds, and a variety of blossoming flowers
That all keep changing –
But we – we always remain the same – at least that’s what we seem to want –

But can’t, really.

One day, we glance into a passing mirror
And we’re different –
While the people in our lives
Have also been changing places.

The older we grow, the faster it seems to go –
It’s almost frightening –
Hey, life – slow up – what’s the hurry?

Yet as momentum builds,
We attempt to hold onto images, scents, memories –
And a small group of people –

But then it starts going really fast –

We find ourselves traveling at ever-increasing speed towards a dark light –
So why, then, are we becoming more joyful?

Whatever’s out there is way beyond anyone’s control –
But, maybe, that’s why we’ve been so anxious to arrive.

THE PEARL THAT CAN’T BE FOUND

It’s smart to be humble –
Because everything’s constantly changing.

Today, the king loves you,
But, tomorrow, you might find yourself out on the street.

So, generally, it is smart to be humble
Because you can’t fully appreciate life
If, unconsciously, you’re taking the gifts for granted
That are already yours.

When you start opening up to love – like a heliotropic flower –
You’ll start becoming aware of all the gifts coming in
As well as the gifts going out.

On the other hand, if you insist upon remaining proud –
You won’t understand anything at all
And find yourself sitting up on top of a mountain –
Unaware it’s collapsing beneath you.

Moreover, the pearl you were obsessed with finding
Will remain hidden deep inside your heart –
Because it’s not now, nor has it ever been, the subject of sale.