Dawn is approaching, 6 AM,
Zack is pacing, growing impatient,
I hobble out of bed to let him out,
It’s nice out here,
I should have coffee on the porch,
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door. Continue reading On The Porch, 6 AM
I have a friend, whom I haven’t seen in a while. I’ve been thinking of him lately and about a curious incident that happened a few years back. He has this temperament about him, sort of whimsical, imaginative, more of a humorous disposition. Underlying all of this is the fact that nothing ever seems to bother him. Naturally good-natured, Dave could energize a room just by his presence. It adversity were to hit, he could be solemn, and respectful but in his deep-set eyes is a hint of humor. I’ve had people complain to me that it seems he’s making fun of them in times of distress. But it was his demeanor to always be upbeat and positive. Continue reading A Question of Balance
“For I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now”
-Bob Dylan (My Back Pages) Continue reading Live Life
Joseph of Arimathea took from the Vessel a host made in the likeness of bread. As he raised it aloft there descended from above a figure like to a child, whose countenance glowed and blazed as bright as fire; and he entered into the bread, which quite distinctly took on human form before the eyes of those assembled there. When Joseph has stood for some while holding his burden up to view, he replaced it in the Holy Vessel. -The Quest for the Holy Grail, trans. Pauline Matarasso
Continue reading Mysticism Of The Grail
We can’t embrace the warmth of the Sacred Father, the sun, locked in our comfort zone, nor without first venturing through the shadow land of the night, the storm… the abyss, the way of the left, the Nederland Path, which can never be duplicated.
-Heinrich Zimmer, The Art of Indian Asia
The Call is like the neon streets of the night and you’re pulled by faith into an immersed tunnel. And what causes you to follow this ever so faint voice in the wind, but convictions of the heart. And it’s telling you to stop being fooled by the imperious ego, who designated itself king of your life. Now it’s time to step outside your small world as in a leap of faith over a chasm or in setting sail to an unknown shore. Continue reading The Call
“In the bleak mid-winter,
Frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter,
-Christina Rossetti Continue reading Tir na Sorcha, The Land of Light
Seeking the answers yet to questions unknown, our Pilgrim sits by the Eternal Flame in Arlington on one cold winter’s night with his friend Elder. And while others are fast asleep from the day’s activities’ this night has only just begun… a night of wonder, inspiration, and enlightenment under the constellation Virgo… JC
Pilgrim: I feel the silence in this moment, a silence so deep it thunders in my head, I ask of you, my friend where is my mask, my armor with shield and sword held against this cold world? The armor I polished every day complete with accolades to its mesh, the shield which hid me from all the undesirable thoughts and situations, the compassion I could have felt but choose not to, the sword that cut away anything that ruined my view of my world. So was the shield hiding me from the world or from myself? Was my armor there to facilitate my way in the world or detain me from my true path? Continue reading The Middle Way… a dialogue
A poem about the eternal…
In domestic environs
So sweet but so numb
I think you have sought
A dance with my thoughts
My thoughts that lay deep
In the deepest of sleep.
You came from a void
And not just for naught Continue reading Daydreams of Shiva
Dawn is approaching, 6 AM
The animals are stirring… feed us!
I hobble out of bed to let Zack out
It’s nice out here
I should have coffee on the porch
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.
Continue reading 6:00 AM
“Change you vibration, change your life” -The Buddha
Impossible dreams that eat at the moments, one by one. Throw these away into the dustbin of lost days. Too much sleep wrapped in a cold blanket of fear and false initiatives that fade like the setting sun.
But Helios must rise again for another round! And now, the time has come; realization has its moment. For you discover that the key to your prison door was with you all along… now live, breathe and be in each moment no matter where they happen to fall. Shout yes in your silence with a steady desire to constantly believe in the better nature of all sentient beings.