The god
I faith
Is
Vulnerable
Needs
To be
Saved
And loved
Like
Homeless
Mendicant
A worthiness
Sunday, October 12, 2025
Saturday, October 11, 2025
ma la -- me lo dy
I carry beads all day
I hope they know their prayer
I hope their breath finds
what is true, of use
singing its own song
ama nesciri award
I’m thinking of founding a new medal I would certainly award to Mr. Trump.
It would be called the “Love To Be Unknown” prize.
Once you win it you must withdraw from any public elected office or socially prominent celebrity notoriety and enter a life of reflection, study, and unheralded good done without recognition or self-promotion.
I call on the selection committee to unanimously honor Mr. Donald Trump with such recognition so that he might fade into obscurity as befits his prestigious underlying character and unrealized desire to become so gloriously unrecognized.
Friday, October 10, 2025
that which will hold us together
I did not win the Nobel Peace Prize in 2025. Nor should I have.
But I did win my grammar school Religion Medal as 8th grade graduate in 1957. It was a shock and a happy reception.
68 years later I’m still interested in the study of religion and philosophy. Watched Rupert Sheldrake’s lecture on Panentheism at St James Church, London. Clear, helpful, engaging.
The exploration into what is true and what is real, what is here with us and what is not yet revealed -- these are interesting investigations.
And why are they relevant?
Because illusion and untruth, fabrication and falsification, arrogant ignorance and ignorant assumption of power are the things that cause suffering, evil, and cruelty to flourish.
We’ve got to see clearly.
We’ve got to feel what many are experiencing in the world.
And we have to point out those who prosper from the suffering of others.
Religion isn’t just piety and spiritual bliss. Religion is also justice and fairness and standing for that is wholesome and noble, beneficial and compassionate in this world.
Paedophilia, whether that by clergy or the rich and powerful in our culture, is not religion, nor is it political privilege. It is wrong. Debilitating. Illegal. Unkind. Reprehensible.
To study religion is to explore what is true and healthy relationally between all beings. It is looking through metaphors, concepts, and insights of every stripe to unearth what is best for creation and creatures no matter their circumstances, ethnicity, species, diversity of cultures or physical/psychical abilities.
I'm not sure whether we have become a religious people, or will ever accomplish that way of being. True, we have religions. But authentic religious people?
I’m unsure we know how a religious person -- an informed and enlightened religious person -- would inhabit this existence when they appear.
But it’s worth the effort to explore, study, and meditate the eventuality.
if you have to say it you don’t see it
When the zen monk cried
He was asked why he cried; he
Looked around, no words
Thursday, October 09, 2025
how the comical show goes off the air
Tish James and James Comey
Are sharks that Donald Trump is
Trying to jump — oof —
Wednesday, October 08, 2025
nah, non, mu — maybe tomorrow yeah, sic, hai
A bit under the (proverbial) weather.
What does it mean to be “itself” or “oneself”?
Aseity comes to mind.
Aseity is the quality of being self-derived or self-originated, most notably referring to God's absolute self-sufficiency and independence from all other beings for His existence. Etymologically from Latin "a se" (from oneself), aseity means God is the source of His own being and doesn't depend on any external cause or factor for His existence. This divine attribute highlights God's absolute autonomy and makes Him distinct from all creation, which is dependent on God for its existence. AI Overview
When I get tired of God I get tired of myself. And vice versa. Probably more of the versa — I get tired of me.
Does God “stand out” (i.e. ex-sist) from “His own being”?
I don’t see it. Not when I’m tired, does “He”.
We exist, we say. We’re not self-sufficient and independent, so it seems.
And when tired, it doesn’t matter to me.
Nah-seity today suggests non-deity tomorrow. But I don’t have the energy for that today.
I’ll just disappear into primordial unconsciousness.
as if now has no say in the matter
Breeze through window
With no reason to live
I say goodnight — for now
Tuesday, October 07, 2025
what’s the opposite of inspiration
US Attorney General has binder with caustic accusations against democrat members of judiciary committee and sarcastically responds to questions with her vitriol.
This is trump and maga idea of discourse — insult, deny, bully, threaten.
I hope no young students see or hear this perversion of civility, honesty, governance and civics.
They will think that ugliness and deception, mendacity and meanness are valued over truth and respect, dignity and genuine colloquy.
Ms. Bondi does not inspire.
Maybe it’s her desperation.
sin-perspectiva antagonismo principio
When I was sane
Nothing made sense
Now that I am insane
Everything makes sense
Must be the Dis-perspectival
Antagonism Principle
reading, what I have, written
This scatter of retrieval came up when I asked meetingbrook’s Today at Meetingbrook Search for “me, a small poem.”
https://meetingbrook.blogspot.com/search?q=Don%E2%80%99t+write++Me++A+small+poem
àœ་àœ£ — æ — å®å® — àœུàœŠ
(me, me, cosmos, time)
(Tibetan, Chinese, Chinese, Tibetan)
These few breaths
All of time and cosmos
Pass through this body
This instant, this useful
personal pronoun,
me
Monday, October 06, 2025
por supuesto que era yo, o yo él.
It could have been me.
As far as I know, it wasn’t.
But it possibly was.
My respects! Looking back. Seeing oneself.
HONORED ON PANEL 11E, LINE 87 OF THE WALL
WILLIAM FRANCIS HALPIN
WALL NAME
WILLIAM F HALPIN
PANEL / LINE
11E/87
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
Sunday, October 05, 2025
parfois la fatigue n'est que de la fatigue
Just because tiredness
Holds on to legs like
Three year old child
At play, doesnt mean
That you are finished.
Just take a nap,
As I am, as I do
un mot
This word popped up.
Philomath
[FI-lÉ-math]
Part of speech: noun
Origin: Ancient Greek, early 17th century
1.
A lover of learning; a student or scholar.
2.
An astrologer or predictor.
And who doesn’t like a new friend?
Saturday, October 04, 2025
este, poema de la muerte
This will
be my
death poem
I look
around --
Owl hoots
even as
I live
and breathe
There is
only
this
without/within god
A phrase in Chesterton’s book on Francis ... “a saint without God” — interests.
Makes me think of Christ as the center of creation, center of humanity, that which resides innermost.
Thus, a christian is someone dwelling toward that centric existence, that way of being intent on dwelling innermost with and within all being, all beings.
Perhaps “a saint without God” is one whose life is lost within God.
give the legend a break, see directly
poverty of ego
stripping away
standing naked
a spirituality
of empty identification
with the dispossesed --
no, not today, the day
of Francis -- emptiness
dropping out of ceremony
Standing in the middle
of God, no liturgical
protocol, no procession
Francis took poverty by
hand, sat down with, looked
into eyes, smiled, and wept
Friday, October 03, 2025
having faith in something never seen before
So many
Leave
Finding
Ground
This
Transitus
Brother
Father Francis
Thank you
For leaving
but you make me forget so very much
This
Is not poetry
This
Is the cry
Of
Devout despair
Of
Reverent disdain
Of
Yesterday’s joy
Bruised
Bloodied, clawing back
Amnesiac
Tell me the forgotten
dormiérunt somnum suum
I have atoned for my sins
I have prayed to the angels,
Dómine, lábia mea apéries.
O Lord, open thou my lips.
Et os meum annuntiábit laudem tuam.
And my mouth shall declare thy praise.
I have grown weary of the insanity
tired of the foolish lies and liars
my prayer is exhalation,
Laudes - Campanae, bells sound
I yawn, the morning cool inhales
passing psalmody, gentle guitar
(Ps. 66) Deus, misereátur nostri, et benedÃcat nobis:
May God have mercy on us, and bless us:
illúminet vultum suum super nos, et misereátur nostri.
may he cause the light of his countenance to shine upon us,
and may he have mercy on us. The question arises:
Where is this countenance? Is it looking out,
or is it looking at? Where is God, exactly?
I no longer have any idea of God’s presence --
no notion of church topography or clerical navigation --
only some quantum gibberish about Schrödinger’s Cat
both dead and alive at same time, or double slit stuff
sometimes a particle, sometimes a wave, then
Higgs bosun, the God particle (as they say) dropping
through the crash in accelerator into ... what?
Where does “God” fall out of and fall into? Cern,
sitting astride the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva,
is as good a place for God as is the Vatican or Mecca,
better than Washington DC, not as good as a tomb in
Assisi where the bones of Il Poverello and Lady Clare
consider their poverty alongside riches of their church.
I tell the captain of the Respite Sail Boat that it is, yes,
a depressing time, it is not her, except she is in this time,
our country’s father is insane and surrounded by ridiculous
men and women too frightened of his lies to remember truth --
where anything could happen, citizens fired upon, and fired,
people kidnapped and disappeared, universities cowed,
churches gone mute, those without money ... absurdly
labeled communists and fascists by real fascists and oligarchs --
we are left to our own devices, doomscrolling and video gaming
while nuns and monks turn to psalms for sanity, for us all --
4. Illúminans tu mirabÃliter a móntibus Êtérnis:
4. You illuminate wondrously from the mountains of eternity.
turbáti sunt omnes insipiéntes corde.
All the foolish of heart have been disturbed.
5. Dormiérunt somnum suum:
5. They have slept their sleep,
et nihil invenérunt omnes viri divitiárum in mánibus suis.
and all the men of riches have found nothing in their hands. (ps.75)
Beware of the nothing in their hands. They know not what they hold.
God is like that: everything for some; devastation for others.
I have here a quiet room. Outside, there is sun on October branches.
I suspect God is wandering by -- Some leaves on branches nod and sway
Thursday, October 02, 2025
can you hear the determination
Many leave home
If their father
Or husband beats them
There are many bags
Pulled out of closet
Some have guns or bats
The abuse will not continue
Sorrow accompanies packing
To leave, to end, the cruelty
old enough to face the dawn
What do you mean “angels,
guardian angels?”
They are celebrated today.
These invisible so-called beings
Here to help, protect, guide?
Who are they? How happen?
I love the idea. Can’t penetrate it.
Maybe it’s the free will thing — it’s
Our choice to be good or bad,
everyone waits for our choice
To shoot someone in the head
Or pull someone from collapsed rubble —
No angel diverts bullet, or diffuses
Bomb — and we suffer the suffering,
The ones molested, stabbed, blown up
Duped, scammed, fed lies and cancer —
Listen — I like the idea of angels, maybe
They need an organizer, a rally, a protest
Wednesday, October 01, 2025
vorsicht, ÏÏοÏοÏή, méfiez-vous, tener cuidado
A song for the dying of light, and those who swing obscurantism over all.
Beware Of Darkness
By George Harrison
Watch out now
Take care, beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness
Watch out now
Take care, beware the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night
Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for
Watch out now
Take care, beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya
Watch out now
Take care, beware of greedy leaders
They'll take you where you should not go
While weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)
Written by: George Harrison
Album: The Concert For Bangladesh
Released: 1971
Lyrics provided by MusixmatchWas
Yes.
Beware.
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