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
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”
While reading a book of essays from Andre Dubus, I happened upon a piece of advice given him that has stayed with me, “don’t think about what you want; think about what you need.” And what you need is to a very large extent what you have at this moment. But we go around in such denial as to accepting what we already have. We always want something else in lieu of what we need. And if you get your heart’s desire? It ends up like a toy a child begs for only to become bored with. What you need you don’t even want to think about much less want. Continue reading What Is Needed… Hope, Love, Faith
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
I was gazing intently in the direction of a screen door in the kitchen of a rustic house; observing, as though I were a sentinel on duty, the backyard enclosed by a tall white fence. The house seemed unfamiliar but at the same time, something deep inside told me I knew this place. Outside stood an old wooden barrel with rusted bands wrapped around its girth, similar to the kind used to age whiskey. Looking inside I discerned that vertically it was about 3’ above ground with another 3’ buried in the ground and 3′ in width, and it was empty. Abruptly, as if on cue, the barrel began to fill with water. As the water’s surface reached the top rim, I unexpectedly heard a sound coming from within the barrel. I caught sight of a snake, waking from Continue reading The Snake and the Lion
You saw the raven sitting on a tree by the street light and multiple sets of sequential numbers following you like a lead balloon tied to your ankles. Signs are flying fast across the cosmos after what seemed an eternity. So it’s time to meet the challenge, as in Bowie, turn and face the change. Continue reading Changes 2 Nimbus
We live in the past contemplating bygone eras painted in happiness or sadness like scenes from an old movie… a wishing well of regret or yearning sailing an unsettled sea. This is the world of things we should have done, could have done but in the end, we couldn’t for we acted from a different awareness back then, a different mind. And what is one of the biggest regrets from the past? “I wish I would have been more in that moment, enjoyed it more, not let my mind wander in 50 different directions”. Ah, the mind! Continue reading Mindfulness and Amnesia
The Joke… A man’s told by a voice to sell everything he owns, go to Las Vegas with the money and play blackjack at Harrah’s. He does this and loses everything. In anger, he cries out to the voice, “you tricked me“, upon which the voice answers back, “damn”.
Carl Jung said at the time of meditation or prayer was when synchronicity is most prevalent. The myth is that in times such as this, Hermes the Trickster has entered the room. But the Trickster tricks us into opening the boundaries we create to our true calling in life.
The Trickster’s a manifestation of the ultimate mystery and loves causing strife. He knows that conflict deepens the soul and renews faith if you Continue reading Jung, the Trickster & April Fool
Many summers ago I was sitting on the levee watching the Mississippi, that venerable old man of rivers, as sacred as the Ganges and the Nile, proud and steady with a thousand tales screaming silently to be told. Though I had seen the river hundreds of times, it was during this one particular visit that I perceived it on its own terms. I felt as though I was seeing something observed before but only now fully realized in its own complexion and varied temperament for the first time. Continue reading Living Life on River Time
To me, dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can. -Carl Jung
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together… -Jack Kerouac
Each night before sleep invades my eyes I sit contemplating the day and its gifts. I stare at the moon rising in the sultry air and take a walk late into the evening and pray to rid myself of any despairing thoughts. In due time, I finally fall asleep. It is Continue reading Journey on the Night Sea
Letters travel across a blue ocean
Ascending toward the zenith
Fluidity gives meaning between words
A continuous song from the misty sea
In between the meaning is heaven’s gate
Where Andromeda keeps her watch
I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival
A hawk glides overhead, it knows your name
Words have a way of telling more than we know
The ocean doesn’t seem so wide tonight.
For Little Bird