Today At Meetingbrook

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Feeling lucky?

The are no second chances. There is only the first chance repeated.
Until we take it. And that's no chance at all.

Friday, April 26, 2013

You inspire me

Drones kill the way madmen kill. Without shame.

I ask my government to return to sanity.

It is a shame to kill so many innocents.

I will no longer use drones, albeit metaphoric drones.

Let this be an inspiration.

Embrace this, be sane!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Balance returns

Back to Thursday conversation 20/20/20. Equal triadic hour of sitting silence, collation, & recollection. Tonight some Edwina Gateley, Dietrich Von Hildebrand, then Richard Rohr.
Kindly companionship, a new beginning!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

That's all for me


"The universe is a communion of subjects,
not a collection of objects."
--Thomas Berry

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The next words are yours

The young boys fell to bomb blast;
One was 8 years old -- He died.
One was 19. He thinks about
the other boy, the one he killed
with a bomb.
Both boys would have preferred
inattention.
On a sunny day in Boston,
runners crossing finish line,
where we are right there, there
where nothing else is,
beginning the world again --
asking: Who sees what is
taking place, sees what is
the origin of what is to come?

Monday, April 22, 2013

dwelling wise

Earth, today, is home.

no such thing

if i want to remain unknown and out of sight . . .

if i wish to be unknowing and lost in seeing . . .

there is one thing

i can do

no(such)thing

Sunday, April 21, 2013

What if: "there" is nothing else? If so, what is it to be "Da-sein," i.e. "there-being?"

It might be an understandable thing. As dementia arrives at front door, caring about sanity and appearance leaves by back porch. It seems likely there's nothing to pack. It all drops to floor and stays there in a heap.

The momentum of delusion and fastidious righteous ignorance arrives at front doors in every neighborhood.

I recuse myself and become recluse.

The silence within is either lucky happenstance or ominous prelude. Either way, I don't much care. I don't care about almost anything having to do with anything else.

How come? I wonder!

I think it is because the silence hints there is nothing else.

Thus, I care for nothing else.

Only silence.

Solitude.

And stillness.

There...