kommer til orde

 odd to think

at center of

stone is word

split the stone

release sound

pronouncing

if you practice

silence you 

emerge word

creation isn't

done, it awaits

pronunciation

the truest words

let things be

as they are

with the arising of this, that arises

What the hell, it's Saturday. Snow fell and will again tomorrow.

Dependent Origination walks into room with brown and white St Bernard/Border Collie mix freshly bathed yesterday still smelling of shampoo.

Why not look at it.

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12.41. Five Fearful Animosities (1)

At Savatthī. Then the householder Anathapiṇḍika approached the Blessed One, paid homage to him, and sat down to one side. The Blessed One then said to him:

“Householder, when five fearful animosities have subsided in a noble disciple, and he possesses the four factors of stream-entry, and he has clearly seen and thoroughly penetrated with wisdom the noble method, if he wishes he could by himself declare of himself: ‘I am one finished with hell, finished with the animal realm, finished with the domain of ghosts, finished with the plane of misery, the bad destinations, the nether world. I am a stream-enterer, no longer bound to the nether world, fixed in destiny, with enlightenment as my destination.’

“What are the five fearful animosities that have subsided? Householder, one who destroys life engenders, on account of such behaviour, fearful animosity pertaining to the present life and fearful animosity pertaining to the future life, and he experiences mental pain and displeasure. Thus for one who abstains from destroying life, this fearful animosity has subsided.

“One who takes what is not given … … who engages in sexual misconduct … who speaks falsely … who indulges in wine, liquor, and intoxicants that are a basis for negligence engenders, on account of such behaviour, fearful animosity pertaining to the present life and fearful animosity pertaining to the future life, and he experiences mental pain and displeasure. Thus for one who abstains from wine, liquor, and intoxicants that are a basis for negligence, this fearful animosity has subsided.

“These are the five fearful animosities that have subsided.

“What are the four factors of stream-entry that he possesses? Here, householder, the noble disciple possesses confirmed confidence in the Buddha thus: ‘The Blessed One is an arahant, perfectly enlightened, accomplished in true knowledge and conduct, fortunate, knower of the world, unsurpassed leader of persons to be tamed, teacher of devas and humans, the Enlightened One, the Blessed One.’

“He possesses confirmed confidence in the Dhamma thus: ‘The Dhamma is well expounded by the Blessed One, directly visible, immediate, inviting one to come and see, applicable, to be personally experienced by the wise.’

“He possesses confirmed confidence in the Saṅgha thus: ‘The Saṅgha of the Blessed One’s disciples is practising the good way, practising the straight way, practising the true way, practising the proper way; that is, the four pairs of persons, the eight types of individuals—this Saṅgha of the Blessed One’s disciples is worthy of gifts, worthy of hospitality, worthy of offerings, worthy of reverential salutation, the unsurpassed field of merit for the world.’

“He possesses the virtues dear to the noble ones—unbroken, untorn, unblemished, unmottled, freeing, praised by the wise, ungrasped, leading to concentration.

“These are the four factors of stream-entry that he possesses.

“And what is the noble method that he has clearly seen and thoroughly penetrated with wisdom? Here, householder, the noble disciple attends closely and carefully to dependent origination itself thus: ‘When this exists, that comes to be; with the arising of this, that arises. When this does not exist, that does not come to be; with the cessation of this, that ceases. That is, with ignorance as condition, volitional formations come to be; with volitional formations as condition, consciousness…. Such is the origin of this whole mass of suffering. But with the remainderless fading away and cessation of ignorance comes cessation of volitional formations; with the cessation of volitional formations, cessation of consciousness…. Such is the cessation of this whole mass of suffering.’

“This is the noble method that he has clearly seen and thoroughly penetrated with wisdom.

“When, householder, these five fearful animosities have subsided in a noble disciple, and he possesses these four factors of stream-entry, and he has clearly seen and thoroughly penetrated with wisdom this noble method, if he wishes he could by himself declare of himself: ‘I am one finished with hell, finished with the animal realm, finished with the domain of ghosts, finished with the plane of misery, the bad destinations, the nether world. I am a stream-enterer, no longer bound to the nether world, fixed in destiny, with enlightenment as my destination.’”  

https://suttacentral.net/sn12.41/en/bodhi?lang=en&reference=none&highlight=false

Something has wanted arising. 

So, suffering arises.

If something unarises, will suffering unarise?

If we are finished with hell, is hell finished?

look, no, further

 walking dog

in woods

he stops,

contemplative stare,

snow falling

everywhere

trees bedecked

ground squeaking

it occurs: this is

all there is,

(not in Peggy

Lee sense) but

this is all

there is

the silence, the snow

the watchfulness, 

each step a completion

of no journey, just steps

closing yurt door

closing fence gate

returning to barn

noticing footprints

from bookshed, 

plants watered

ski poles leaning near

five sticks of firewood

nearing transience

 An eclipse, they say

Is taking place

Alarm sounds

Somewhere

Thank god

I’m oblivious

Besides, 

It’s snowing

And birds

Are singing

Whatever

It is

I’m not

Supposed

To look

Upon

I don’t

I can’t

This is

What mercy

Looks like

As plow passes

we have forgotten god has forgotten us

 I sorrow 

For Gaza

I sorrow 

For Ukraine

I sorrow

For America

For people

Suffering

For terrible

Behavior

Devastating

Humankind

me pretending not to be

 baseball season 

began yesterday

I missed it

I was preaching

the gospel, using

no words

(Doris sends Norman

quoting Francis on this)

I really wasn't

preaching, I was

simply unconscious

pretending not to be

dawn cafe

morning birdsong 

comes up through 

window 

seed feeder in first 

light sets table 

readies sunflower 

nut special 

for early 

arrivals

as already done or existing

Listening to Nones from France, and reading about Wolfhart Pannenberg. 

One about not losing confidence. The other about all will be made clear at the end.

This meander, through prayer and scholarship, an attempt to reside well in the day. 

Of course, Pannenberg added, the history in which God is made known is not any isolated little bit of history, but the totality of history. The truth about anything comes out in the end, not along the way, and the truth about God will come out when God’s work is completed at the eschaton—the climax of history.

This insight is the key to all of Pannenberg’s theology. He defined God as “the all-determining power” and declared that as long as all things were not manifestly determined by God, God’s reality and identity were dubious. As he notoriously phrased it in his early book Theology and the Kingdom of God, “It is necessary to say that, in a restricted but important sense, God does not yet exist.” This rather drastic way of making his point was attractive to process thinkers, panentheists, and Hegelians of various kinds, with whom he disagreed but welcomed dialogue. In some ways, he spent the rest of his career either buttressing, nuancing, or—as in at least two cases in the 1990s when I heard him give public lectures and respond to questions—seeming to almost retract his claim that “in a restricted but important sense, God does not yet exist.”

Christians, even academic theologians, can hardly be expected to wait until the end of the world to find out if their God-talk has any warrant. But Pannenberg insisted that “only with the consummation of the world in the kingdom of God does God's love reach its goal and the doctrine of God reach its conclusion.” Picturing all of reality, including its temporal succession, as a unified whole, Pannenberg pointed to its final totality (“the eschatological consummation of history”) as the location of God’s demonstrated reality. Crucially, once that reality and totality are achieved, it will turn out that history not only was always moving toward it but was in fact determined by it all along, though retroactively. And the final “retroactive permanence” of God’s all-determining rule is present to us here in the course of history through Jesus Christ. In Christ, God is truly present and he makes available in advance what will be experienced in the future. This concept, known as prolepsis, is thus the juncture point of Pannenberg’s theology: We have in Christ’s resurrection the reality of God himself acting in history. The theological destiny of the world lives among us now as we make our way to the final resurrection. Pannenberg argued that his account of prolepsis “combines the concept of the kingdom of God with the Platonic idea of the good to the effect that the temporal structure of the latter is emphasized.”

        (--from, The Strange Legacy of Theologian Wolfhart Pannenberg, by Fred Sanders, Christianity Today 

Good in time. God in eternity. Jesus in time. Christ in infinity.

A challenge to prayer. Are we praying that what-is-true be true now? Or are we praying that we might have the strength to live with what-is-false now so as to be recipient of what-is-true when time is fully complete and we are risen from and through its limitations and illusions?

Or, are we meant to become the truth that is beyond time here in time so as to encourage our fellow travelers as we make our way through this veil of shadows and sorrows toward and through the torn open veil revealing light and joy?

Prolepsis, here:

prolepsis (n.)

1570s, "anticipation, the taking of something anticipated as already done or existing," also "the assignment of something to a too early date," from Latin prolepsis, from Greek prolēpsis "an anticipating," etymologically "a taking beforehand," from prolambanein "to take before, receive in advance," from pro "before" (see pro-) + lambanein "to take" (see lemma). A word used variously in philosophy and rhetoric. Related: Proleptic; proleptical; proleptically.

also from 1570s

Perhaps it is necessary to become a proleptic christian, or a proleptic buddhist in order to be a true christian or true buddhist.

It's a matter of time. 

The time within which we live. Oftentimes a difficult time full of worry and doubt. A time when others claim time belongs to them and you are meant to serve it and them simultaneously.

Is this why some practice a "spiritual" or "meditative" life? To breakthrough the restrictions and demands of time while nurturing and nourishing the proleptic fullness and completion of time with its promise of final totality, '(“the eschatological consummation of history”) as the location of God’s demonstrated reality.'

Is that the promise?

Is that the invitation of the religious, spiritual, meditative, contemplative life?

As I consider this, I attend the prayerful reminder:

    Lectio (Nones)

Nolíte abjícere confidéntiam vestram quæ magnam habet remuneratiónem; 

         Do not lose your confidence, which has a great reward.

patiéntia enim vobis necessária est, 

          For it is necessary for you to be patient, 

ut voluntátem Dei faciéntes reportétis promissiónem.

            so that, by doing the will of God, you may receive the promise.

At least, for today, I'll look a little more carefully at time, now and then.

A friend in prison calls it "Uncle Al". Here's what AI says about it:

"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof" is a biblical saying from Matthew 6:34, meaning each day has enough trouble of its own, so don't worry about the future.  

see flowers and hear birds

How foolish to be reduced to words about experience/reality instead of becoming the reality one is with.

How foolish to rail against perceived injustice and illegal arrests instead of throwing one's body into the fray.

How impotent to see what is going on and not know what to do about it.

What does Dogen have to say about the tension concerning writing and directly engaging that is there??

Jiŭ shè rénjiān wú aìxī 

        Living in the world for so long without attachments,

Wénzhāng bĭyàn jì pāo lái 

        Since giving up using paper and pen.

Jiàn huā wén niao fēnqíng shăo 

        I see flowers and hear birds without feeling much,

Zhà zài shān yóu kuì bù cái  

        Living on mountains, 

        I am embarrassed by this meager effort.

                 (An example of Dōgen’s Chinese poetry,  Association for Asian Studies)

Surely I am missing something.

Mountain behind me, mountain across road, they know I have not listened well to them.

lost in one place

I wonder what the small defect will be when the United States looks up, again, at fiery light raining down death and destruction on its invulnerable belief in its majestic superiority.

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.

Nor the sudden slap in the face for impertinence and insulting behavior.

He had three choices: firstly, drop the bomb on Kokura without clear visuals; secondly, switch the mission to a different city; thirdly, dump the Fat Man out to sea.

Sweeney called for another update from his superiors and circled for the eleventh time. The cloud was, he felt, dissipating. H was sure he would have visuals shortly. The fuel line dropped further. He looked out the window into an unexpected wall of cloud.

The call went through on the radio and the coordinates were switched.

There were, Sweeney was told, no clouds over Nagasaki.

            169

The plutonium core of the Nagasaki bomb was the size of a throwable rock.

            170

And we think the myths are startling.

            171

Often Rami thinks of this: but for an accident of cloud vapor -- a small defect in the weave of atmospheric weather -- seventy-five thousand lives were lost in one place and preserved, then, in another.

(--pp.78-79 in Apeirogon, A Novel, {2020} by Colum McCann) 

Whenever I drive down the two-lane I am constantly grateful drivers going the other way are paying attention, following the rules, and are not suffering a medical emergency while our combined speed of 100mph hurtles us past one another in our trusting contentment of our mutual safety.

These days, in different lanes, that trust is fracturing as the eighteen wheelers of this administration's joyride barrel senselessly over narrow roads weaving and bobbing across median line forcing aghast drivers off the road into poles and ditches as the big guys go speeding by with no apparent recognition of the devastation they leave behind them.

Kokura was cloudy. Nagasaki clear. Death and destruction was moved two hundred kilometers (124 miles) that day. A haphazard change. A good day for one city, a bad day for another.

The September 11th humiliation offered us a lesson in humility. We took that offering and threw it in the face of Iraq, destroying a country that had nothing to do with the attack on the US. Lies and revenge, retribution and personal vendetta prevailed. I wonder what we learned.

Today lies and revenge, retribution and personal vendetta are prevalent again. 

It is no way to deal with the national and international community. We seem a bit petty, a little smug and officious, brazen and confident no one can touch us while support structures like national health networks, international trade agreements, domestic and foreign economic safeguards are chiseled and sawn from their moorings and left dangling from piers and front porches hither and yon.

There are very few persons, I hazard, unaware of the seemingly malicious and certainly brazen moves made by MAGA Republicans in all three branches of government. The cocky ones who sneer their dominance, the cowardly ones who slink away from their constituents, the useless ones who stick their finger up to see which way the wind is blowing.

On the other side of the political spectrum, having been dealt poor hands, the Democrats at the table waver between seeing the raise and folding meekly no matter what their hole cards read. Never have mumbled words been so indecipherable and sheepish.

It is a strange time.

The weather overhead is cloudy, the atmospherics vaporish.

The descending ICE agents and threats -- to everyone within the president's tour of decimation against law firms, universities, libraries, government assistance agencies, news media, local health care facilities, governors of states who point out nakedness, and all the rest of us who look up to see what covering is overhead -- is taking its toll on the physical, mental, and emotional well-being of the populace paying attention to the ungluing of democracy and the replacing with whatever it is to be called by those with self-assumed naming rights of the new, if not damaged and damaging, reality of this country.

Myths, yes, are often startling, no matter how vital. And, yes, always, stretching credibility.

But the story being enacted these days is more than haphazardly disappointing. 

It is downright terrifying.

svaha

 Buddha turned everything inside out 

See what is within without

Nothing to see

Here

qui tacit consentire

 I’ve got nothing to tell you

(Silence)

He was right

He had nothing to say

(Silence)

And there he remained

no, one, has (ever) seen god

 When I close my eyes

I see nothing, 

When I open my eyes

I see nothing

Blessed be the presence

Of the Lord

nearing time

Trump administration cuts vaccines for poor countries.

Trump administration initiates gut and unravel of social security, Medicare, and Medicaid aimed at the middle, lower, and hurting classes.

Veteran’s services are threatened and severed across the country. Jobs taken, those who served left behind.

Trump administration cuts billions from state health services putting the sick, the needy, and the hurting in jeopardy.

These actions sound like an opening salvo of suicidal lunacy.

Is there no remembering of Vietnamese war fragging?

Does the notion of death-by-cop have no resonance?

Is holding a loaded gun to your own head not a warning sign for others to read?

Is there no recognition of self-destructive pathology being acted out?

Is there no one, no one, willing to save donald trump from his destructive ignorance?

Raising the question whether currently there are any understanding or intelligent people in the current administration, or only sycophants and frightened lackies surrounding two greedy megalomaniacs playacting executive dominance in the nation’s capital.

Soon, soon, their foolishness will be dragged out of town.

Time is nearing.

The American people will remain stupefied only so long.

The stupid can only balance on the thin cable of a strung high wire between two skyscrapers for a very limited time with a gale wind blowing.

Small craft warning flags are rippling.

et nunc, et semper

We sound the world into being each day.

There’s no place else the world would rather find itself.

Being sung. As though all worlds were there.  

(Ps. 66) Deus, misereátur nostri, et benedícat nobis:

(Ps. 66) 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.


2. Ut cognoscámus in terra viam tuam,

2. That we may know thy way upon earth:


in ómnibus géntibus salutáre tuum.

thy salvation in all nations.


3. Confiteántur tibi pópuli, Deus:

3. Let people confess to thee, O God:

confiteántur tibi pópuli omnes.

let all people give praise to thee.


4. Læténtur et exsúltent gentes:

4. Let the nations be glad and rejoice:


quóniam júdicas pópulos in æquitáte,

for thou judgest the people with justice,


et gentes in terra dírigis.

and directest the nations upon earth.


5. Confiteántur tibi pópuli, Deus,

5. Let the people, O God, confess to thee:


confiteántur tibi pópuli omnes:

let all the people give praise to thee:


terra dedit fructum suum.

the earth hath yielded her fruit.


6. Benedícat nos Deus, Deus noster, benedícat nos Deus:

6. May God, our God bless us, may God bless us:


et métuant eum omnes fines terræ.

and all the ends of the earth fear him.


7. Glória Patri, et Fílio,

7. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,


et Spirítui Sancto.

and to the Holy Ghost.


8. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper,

8. As it was in the beginning, is now,


et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.

and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

…   ….  …

Finally,

This is where

all worlds are

Evering

Shalling

Being

In this place

Worlding

angelus cum una compana

 Yes

Waking God

Looks around

Sees snow

A black patch

Cracked open 

seed under green

Feeder, day

After Mary

Said “fiat”

 Joseph said

Nothing

As blue-grey

Tincture 

Appearing

Through window

It weren’t 

A miracle

God’s been

Hearing yes

Fiating Itself

A long long 

Time — you

Know this,

Know this

Well, 

don’t 

you

(Comes sudden

Birdsong, . . Ah)

pray as if it were already answered

 Someone will

Stop the insane

Belief trump

Can lead this

Country — God

Help us

no ‘feeler’ apart from feelings

 Last night's heavy snow melts dripping from roof to porch top as cardinal, finch, chickadee, bluejay and blackbird swoop in and away from feeders filled yesterday across the way.

It is enough to hear this, see this, and feel this.

Announce the realization of God-Self, it is that day.

It is announced, the prospect of it, and ears and eyes set to waiting. Nine months. Thirty three years. Three days. Eternal confusion.

“Why – and again why – do you want to know whether there is a God, whether there is a life after death, or what method you should follow to become enlightened, liberated, or realized?  Could it be that you identify yourself with a merely abstract ego based on nothing but memories?  That therefore you are not alive and aware in the eternal present, and thus worry interminably about your future?  Furthermore, don’t you realized that when you accept someone as a spiritual teacher, you do so by your own authority and choice?  You yourself license the Bible, the Koran, or the Gita as infallible.  Wake up!…and, without putting it into words, watch what is, now.  You thus realize that there is no ‘feeler’ apart from feelings, and no granular, billiard-ball ‘self’ confronting the universe.”  (--Krishnamurti)

Grey cat lifts head. Blinks. Stares into emptiness. Might be thinking 'soon noon treats.' Curls down into brown pillow. 

Eyelids fall. 

Forgets.

As it is.

As should be.

Καὶ εἶπεν ὁ ἄγγελος αὐτῇ·, and the angel said to her

Tommy died on this date four years ago.

He attended mass at OLGH in Camden. He took the Eucharist to the nursing homes. He read the New York Times in the kitchen of the parish hall during mass. 

He wasn't much for ceremony. He was not fond of the ofttimes ultra- conservative stance of the hierarchy. He did his ministry. That was it.

'I am the handmaid of the Lord' The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you’ the angel answered ‘and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’ ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord,’ said Mary ‘let what you have said be done to me.’ And the angel left her.

Gospel Luke 1:26-38 26Ἐν δὲ τῷ μηνὶ τῷ ἕκτῳ ἀπεστάλη ὁ ἄγγελος Γαβριὴλ ἀπὸ τοῦ θεοῦ εἰς πόλιν τῆς Γαλιλαίας ᾗ ὄνομα Ναζαρὲθ 27πρὸς παρθένον ἐμνηστευμένην ἀνδρὶ ᾧ ὄνομα Ἰωσὴφ ἐξ οἴκου Δαυὶδ καὶ τὸ ὄνομα τῆς παρθένου Μαριάμ. 28καὶ εἰσελθὼν πρὸς αὐτὴν εἶπεν· χαῖρε, κεχαριτωμένη, ὁ κύριος μετὰ σοῦ. 29ἡ δὲ ἐπὶ τῷ λόγῳ διεταράχθη καὶ διελογίζετο ποταπὸς εἴη ὁ ἀσπασμὸς οὗτος. 30Καὶ εἶπεν ὁ ἄγγελος αὐτῇ· μὴ φοβοῦ, Μαριάμ, εὗρες γὰρ χάριν παρὰ τῷ θεῷ. 31καὶ ἰδοὺ συλλήμψῃ ἐν γαστρὶ καὶ τέξῃ υἱὸν καὶ καλέσεις τὸ ὄνομα αὐτοῦ Ἰησοῦν. 32οὗτος ἔσται μέγας καὶ υἱὸς ὑψίστου κληθήσεται καὶ δώσει αὐτῷ κύριος ὁ θεὸς τὸν θρόνον Δαυὶδ τοῦ πατρὸς αὐτοῦ, 33καὶ βασιλεύσει ἐπὶ τὸν οἶκον Ἰακὼβ εἰς τοὺς αἰῶνας καὶ τῆς βασιλείας αὐτοῦ οὐκ ἔσται τέλος. 34εἶπεν δὲ Μαριὰμ πρὸς τὸν ἄγγελον· πῶς ἔσται τοῦτο, ἐπεὶ ἄνδρα οὐ γινώσκω; 35καὶ ἀποκριθεὶς ὁ ἄγγελος εἶπεν αὐτῇ· πνεῦμα ἅγιον ἐπελεύσεται ἐπὶ σὲ   καὶ δύναμις ὑψίστου ἐπισκιάσει σοι· διὸ καὶ τὸ γεννώμενον ἅγιον κληθήσεται υἱὸς θεοῦ. 36καὶ ἰδοὺ Ἐλισάβετ ἡ συγγενίς σου καὶ αὐτὴ συνείληφεν υἱὸν ἐν γήρει αὐτῆς καὶ οὗτος μὴν ἕκτος ἐστὶν αὐτῇ τῇ καλουμένῃ στείρᾳ· 37ὅτι οὐκ ἀδυνατήσει παρὰ τοῦ θεοῦ πᾶν ῥῆμα. 38εἶπεν δὲ Μαριάμ· ἰδοὺ ἡ δούλη κυρίου· γένοιτό μοι κατὰ τὸ ῥῆμά σου. Καὶ ἀπῆλθεν ἀπ’ αὐτῆς ὁ ἄγγελος.

Some of it was all Greek to him.

We liked Tommy.

Still do.

Mary, if you are anywhere, and if Tommy is anywhere, enjoy a coffee together.

what dreams may come

 The wet snow 

Slides off grey car

This night fallen

let's call it what it is

due process

what?

due process

oh, that antique

what?

it no longer applies

yes it does

no it doesn't

yes it does

(remember when

presidents knew

such a thing?)

no longer

what?

go away

linguistics appreciation

 In prison today

he said "I am

not God."

Rather, "I am

of God" 

he said.

I appreciate

his words;

Negative

theology -- "not

God" is like saying

God made the world

out of nothing, out of 

what God is; like saying

nothing matters, as if

God is nothing, and 

nothing matters, so 

here we are . . .

"not God" is what

I am, is, something of itself

-- something to appreciate 

no idea

 God is

Way too

Mysterious

For me

recognizing the full implications of

I think Francis of Assisi was on to something.

The complete interrelationality and intersectionality of all extant matter, however formed, in and through each other.

That real spirituality isn't just some immaterial spiritualism pointing toward ghostly non apparitions whose power is complete and unimpeachable.

Rather, the conductivity of physical matter, replete with creative energy, sounding itself toward each other being, feeling the communication of both proximate and remote in the near and vast surround of the existing cosmos.

Perhaps Francis felt the dwelling life of all life dwelling in the relational and intersection of Being in and through beings.

What does one do with such experience? With such, as we say, spirituality?

Some call it creation spirituality. It might be called the spiritual creating itself in our midst. Or creation emanating and emerging through what is visible with what is yet-to-be made manifest.

Francis was a fool. An idiot. A silly person who saw, sounded, and felt through the constructs of society and culture -- arriving at the Christic nature of Being that goes beyond our normal and natural cravings and longs to rest and reside in the holy (wholly) -- where not-a-thing is excluded, and everything is of what-is-called God. 

Family. Kin. All our relations. Ourself. Oneself. Itself.

Deus meus et Omnia. 

(My God and my All)  This was the mind/heart of Francis. It was then taken as motto for Franciscan organizations, clerical and secular, since 13th century.

That which is God is that which is all.

Never mind words such as pantheism, panentheism, panpsychism, or panexperientialism. Rather, no "isms". Instead, the bare reality of what-is-here.

Seeing what-is-here and feeling what-is-here is the mystical heart and mind that appreciates the presence of God. "Appreciates" -- recognizes the full worth of. Understands fully. Recognizes the full implications of.

Are you interested in the environment?

Are you interested in all beings?

Are you interested in the sacredness of all creation?

Pax et Bonum!

May you have peace, sharing what you have and are with everything and everyone!

May you be surrounded by all that resounds good for each of us!

Hey man! Hey woman! Hey y'all! Eh!

آمين

Аминь

アーメン

আমীন

Amina

ཨ་མེན།

Амінь

阿門

Amen!