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.

october music

 Celtic Colours Cape

Breton — the joy of music

Without leaving home

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

oh, ce n'est pas vrai

 Some think Jesus and

Trump are the same person, not

True. Trump is not true

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 —

augusta street

 Ensō vet visit —

Morning rose survives the cold,

Wind shakes high branches


5:28am, stutter step

 Bright moon, before dawn

Open window, cool air, breathes —

I am, here, for you



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.

finding my zucchetto

 Teacher said: We come

With nothing, we go with no-

Thing; learn to let go

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

ང་ལ — 我 — 宇宙 — དུས

            (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 

02/25/1947 

CASUALTY PROVINCE 

QUANG TIN 

DATE OF CASUALTY 

10/18/1966 

HOME OF RECORD 

CHICAGO 

COUNTY OF RECORD 

Cook County 

STATE 

IL 

BRANCH OF SERVICE 

MARINE CORPS 

RANK 

CPL

allein mit anderen

 I would be

A Carthusian

In next life

(Please, don’t

Tell anyone)

Good,

That’s that

full moon, feast of bruno

 


apenas allí en absoluto

Don’t write

Me

A small poem

¡qué luna!

Moon seems full

How nice of leaves

To let fall through

Sunday, October 05, 2025

bah

 Hear from friend

He and Huang Po

Have been grousing

About “words, 

words, bah!”

They are right

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-lə-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? 

il n'y a rien d'autre

 As it is, 

What else


Is there


Nothing

Else

as we sleep

 Night

Removes

Nothing

To a place

Within

Itself

over nothing flowing

Sitting by dry brook

Doing nothing

Over there

Dog lies on bridge