Category: Auto-biographical (spiritual quest)
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Child of the Universe
Small Magellanic Cloud Child of the Universe There exists a nameless, dream-like, wandering state anonymous To which, oddly, I aspire. A following of The Way, Quiet and unassuming in manner A self effacing journey of submersion Totally, without appeal into my Father's house, the Universe. Sometimes, people say kind words about my expression of my…
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The Vistas of Cosmology
The vistas of cosmology While I bumble about the place I love to ponder aerospace I love to wonder at the stars Whilst peering past my prison bars I've lived too long with shuttered mind Along with most of humankind But Science now has gifted me The vistas of cosmology. I've stood upon the Martian…
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My Refuge is a Sunlit Sky
My refuge is a Sunlit Sky No man can wander 'round this globe A staff in hand and hermit robe From child-like fresh to well-scarred old And fail to note so many ills. He may be brilliant, rich in skills And never want for bread or gold But if there lurks a heart beneath The…
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In Saturn’s Patient Shadow
In Saturn’s patient shadow Shielded from the Sun’s glare I lingered for a while Mischievously, Reflecting on the sunlit byways As yet, untraveled Where Man, one day May gingerly, Set foot. Soaking in the Rings And saturated in immensity I’m delighted to see And hear, and sense The Great Cosmic Kindness A latent,…
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I have stood on the surface of Mars
I have stood on the surface of Mars and seen, high in the sky, at sunset a tiny star, bright but small reminding me, in all its pale blue fragility of the smallness of Man. We are dreamers, you and I, fellow travelers, for a while puzzling out, musingly, the greatest quest ever conceived. I…
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An Extraordinary Power Trip
An Extraordinary Power Trip (when you think you have God in your corner) How many times have we seen it? Jimmy or Susan, Muhammad or Abdullah, discover ‘religion’. Oh, boy. Fasten your seatbelts. Hide the whiskey bottle. Here comes the red hot poker. You can burn the Kaffir Infidel with it, sure, but… you can…
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Of Hermits and Authenticity, the Way of Life, and the Unconscious
A recurring theme of China’s hermit tradition is that it doesn’t represent a renunciation of society so much as a renunciation of greed. As a rule, hermits sought to reform society by first reforming themselves… From: “Road to Heaven ” by Bill Porter, p.198 Of Hermits and Authenticity, the Way of Life, and the Unconscious…
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Slea Head Dreams
note: Slea Head is a wild, rocky cliff off the South West coast of Ireland. (see ‘The Little Bird off Slea Head‘) Slea Head Dreams Backing far out into space Gazing down upon this place What farewell thoughts ply your mind As you contemplate Mankind? Did you wander soft and true Around our fragile white-and-blue?…
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Dis-Missed as a Fool
Dis-Missed as a Fool I knew they dismissed me as a fool. It was okay. Mostly, I really wasn’t too worried. Occasionally, I felt a bit hurt. An honest emotion. But then I would just kind of smile to myself. It was the way of my road. The ambient color and resonance of my immediate…
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My Previous Incarnation
enlightenment is a narrow and rocky path, so beware of flip-flops “I’m the King of the Castle!…I’m the King of the Castle!…heh-heh-heh! “ My Previous Incarnation The story of my previous incarnation, when I was a Buddhist monk, in a temple in 8th century Ancient China, is, indeed, a simple one. Like me. Not very…