Close or far, poetry opens the door.
Trust in the HeartStill, there's Thomas. He wants to see, feel, and hear this risen body of Jesus. Touch. You keep belief. He wants something that turns and walks off, stops and laughs.
The perfect Way's like boundless space
Nothing lacking, nothing extra
It is because of choice
That its absolute truth is lost.
Don't pursue externals;
Don't dally in the interior void.
When the spirit remains serene
In the unity of things
Dualism vanishes by itself;
When that unity is not clear
There is loss in both directions.
- Seng-ts'an (d. 606)
Maybe there's a God aboveThe author wants the song to stop for a while. It's over-sung. Monks have that problem with psalms. I have that issue with so much that we say.
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
(from song, Hallelujah, lyrics and music by Leonard Cohen)
The community of believers was of one heart and mind,Maybe there'll come a day we share. Real sharing. Maybe.
and no one claimed that any of his possessions was his own,
but they had everything in common.
With great power the apostles bore witness
to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus,
and great favor was accorded them all.
There was no needy person among them,
for those who owned property or houses would sell them,
bring the proceeds of the sale,
and put them at the feet of the apostles,
and they were distributed to each according to need.
(from Acts 4:32-35)
Until then, there's poetry.
An Infant In Your ArmsTouch it. Let it happen!
The tide of my love
Has risen so high let me flood
Close your eyes for a moment
And maybe all your
fears and fantasies
If that happened
God would become an infant in your
And then you
Would have to nurse all
(Poem by Hafiz)