1. The Anawhimsical Literati
don't take solace in the notion
that few will ever escape
the academic gulag archipelago
to pillage, plunder and rape
the literary modalities and language conventions;
forewarned is now forearmed
sTYLe iS conTEnT ! foRm 'tis sUbstancE !
is taught in their bAck waRds?
this here medIuM is mY meSsage
and my mcCluhanesque disregard
broke me out of that asylum
with literary superego never formed
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this literati mouse will never roar
nor disturb your publishing housing
suffering no nhihil obstatic rage
censors liborum there arousing
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2. with pentameter uniambic, lacking onomotopoeia, running free
ugly blackbird, caged, is singing, in the middle of Dark Nights
enraged nightengale is winging over there to silence His Delight
but the orthodoxy prison lost its captive! warbling Logos? escapee!
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in the beginning was the Word,
then utmost Silence making us wary
in the interim there came Jesus
as the Father's poetic commentary
but some would have none of it
and they gave Him back His Gift
suffer me no notions preconceived,
Barrabas-giving consensus gentiums
or I'll miss Him when She returns again
at the Wiccan Woods Convention
no signs or portents shall distract me from my Lover, or boy will I be miffed!
johnboy
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3. Kung Lite
solipsism out of a wet paper bag
never fighting its metaphysical way
because it is radically empirical
objective bicsuits of reality never cook
in subjectivism's oven
oven set always on hermeneutical
the immanent hungering for transcendence
the apophatic being a liturgical burger short at the happy meal of celebrations theological
the transcendent starving for immanence
the kataphatic lacking a numinous sandwich at the picnic of the mystically existential
elevators of skeptics don't go to the top
lights of credulous on with nobody home
watch the aesthetes and ascetics go bust
tao, dharma and logos forsaking either-or
for paradox, mystery, creative tension, both-and proofs surrendering to fundamental trust
johnboy
Flexegesis of I Corinthians 12
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4. What we bring to humanity's table
is unique or have they told ya?
That is why I'll never try here
to remake or to remold ya.
With a unity of mission
and with ministries so diverse,
To deny e pluribus unum
would engender a hellish curse.
We've clues to how things are in heaven,
knowing how things are on earth,
With every strength and every weakness
from nature, nurture or from birth.
In heaven, the British are policeman,
French chefs cook for Italian lovers;
the mechanics there are German;
the Swiss run a government, like no others.
Now hell's not very different,
just the people take new roles.
As you try to make them like you,
What a mockery there unfolds.
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5. The Italians run the government
and the Germans are police;
The British cook for cold Swiss lovers
in the French mechanics' grease.
When the Lord God made each woman,
When the Goddess made each man,
He knew what He was doing
As She fashioned creation's plan.
At the height of this creation
With a most resplendent beauty,
People contribute quite uniquely
Each according to their duty.
So I'll take this lesson here
Not to refashion or remold ya.
But should Eternity become a problem
It won't be cause I haven't told ya!
johnboy
9999 End of Program, A Metanoia
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6. tomorrow is a special day: nine, nine, ninety-nine
corresponding to computer code
encountered at that cyber node
at the end of my program line
i will celebrate tomorrow
by emptying my cache
many tapes to be overwritten
bytes in memory that aren't fitting
algorithms to dump to trash
general protection faults abounding:
my needs to be right and to be perceived so
to be consulted and understood, to know
alarms within me ever-sounding
invalid parameters finding
emotional habits of fear
neuroses always near
defense mechanisms binding
my dignity and "worthies" feeding
image of God ever-distorted
leaving self and others broken-hearted
critical error requires deleting
a program, conditional love, of course
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7. has many programs crashed of late
must find a way to terminate
love's fatal virus or trojan horse
soon with code rewritten, every line
end of virulent program executing
in metanoia and with grace rebooting
gonna party like its nineteen, ninety nine
9/9/99 End of Program: Conditional Love
johnboy
The King’s Gambit
For, what if life were a game of chess?
The goal of the game is checkmate. Checkmate is the
arrangement of pieces in such a manner that you are eternally
and inescapably captured by God. Once so captured, unspeakable
eternal bliss ensues:
We'll have all been there ten thousand years !
Bright shining as the sun !
Each generation's moms and dads !
Each daughter and each son !
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8. The loves we'll have shared continuing on !
The pains we'll have shared forgotten !
With the God we'll have known from ages hence !
From Mary's womb begotten !
in a "place"...where ...All human fellowship, every trace of
human goodness, all wholesome trivialities ... what no eye has
seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived ... will
be eternalized (cf. Kung). The unitive life is one of utter
fulfillment. Salvation includes our attainment of the maximum
aesthetic value, our realization of unspeakable joy, our
consummate justification, sanctification and glorification !
To return to our metaphor: God is willing to "queen a pawn"
even as we are checkmated. And there was one peasant, one
lowly one whose Assumption and Coronation is an object lesson
for us all as we work out our destinies.
There is no possibility of your checkmating God.
There does come a point during the game of life, however,
where you get one last move before either a checkmate (by God)
or a stalemate. The "limbo" which ensues from a stalemate is
your doing, alone. For it is here that we answer the age-old
question: "Can God make a rock so big that He can not pick it
up ?" And the answer is yes; that rock is the divinely created
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9. human will.
Regarding all other pieces on the chessboard, these represent
for you all the persons, places, things, events and
circumstances of existence. EVERY SINGLE TIME you move, God
recontrives and reconfigures and reconstructs the ENTIRE
CHESSBOARD in such a manner that YOU are BEST POSITIONED to
ATTAIN the UTMOST SANCTIFICATION. Meditate and understand this
part of the game for it is foundational. To repeat this
principle, God counters your every move and progressively
positions you for checkmate. God's repositioning of your
life's pieces ALWAYS optimally places you in maximum
"jeopardy" of an imminent "checkmate".
The above sentiment seems quite presumptuous ? That He would
condescend to interact with your every move ? that He would
counter your every thought, word or deed, your every sin or
error of omission or of commission ? that He (the White King),
in union with Mary (the White Queen) and all the other angels
and saints (the other white pieces), is continually and
intimately involved in the minutiae of your daily life ? that
God is stooping to an undignified meddling with the petty
affairs of your petty world (cf. Rahner 1946) ? that God is
adjusting and rearranging what was created as already adequate
in itself ? that all wholesome trivialities are somehow being
captured on some sort of ethereal, maxi-cam film by an
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10. omnipresent family videophile where they will be run and rerun
as an ever new, ever invigorating recreational
eternal-home-video, multimedia, virtual reality extravaganza ?
Now I know that it is quite an exercise to image God's chess
game with you, but now, realize that He's "playing" with every
other human being that has ever lived, lives now or is yet to
live!
This metaphor, as any, will eventually collapse and become
inadequate, but let me stretch it for now.
Not only is God playing chess with you. He's playing billions
of others, too! Now we've all seen chess masters on TV or
perhaps on the Internet who play many folks at once. Is it too
big a stretch, therefore, to imagine that God can play all of
us at once ?
The board game is not merely two dimensional in the chess game
of life; it has no spatio-temporal boundaries ! Furthermore,
you will wake up one day and realize that you and God aren't
playing on "your" very own game board; there are no separate
game boards. We are all people, through all of time, playing on
ONE GIGANTIC BOARD and every move you or I or anyone else
makes reconfigures the game for ALL players who've not yet
been checkmated or stalemated ! God's moves, in counter to
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11. each of ours, are instantaneous and COMPLETELY and UTTERLY
EFFICACIOUS in the same manner already described above. His
moves, in response to every trace of a frown or beginning of a
smile of every living human, recontrive and reconfigure and
reconstruct the ENTIRE CHESSBOARD in such a manner that ALL
are BEST POSITIONED to ATTAIN the UTMOST SANCTIFICATION !
In the game, you may ask, what about the black pieces ? We
aren't black; we are without Light. There are angels of
darkness who are working untiringly to have you stalemated.
Here we can explore the mechanics of some of the moves.
We can take up a position, a posture, of defense against God.
We can seek to cooperate or to counter His every move.
There comes a point, during every game, where one begins to
glimpse the strategy of the other player. We can AWAKEN to HIS
goals and aims and purposes and designs and begin a dance
toward our eternal destiny, arriving as a pawn awaiting one of
various levels of glorification in the eternal realms,
awaiting capture and ensuing rapture.
More often, early in the game, we don't discern the OTHER's
strategy. We look at the moves of the other pieces, moves
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12. often seemingly directed against our fulfillment; we despair
of any notion that God's countermoves are ABSOLUTELY
EFFICACIOUS regarding our ongoing sanctification and ultimate
fulfillment. We are desensitized to His moves and overly
sensitive to the moves of all the other pieces and players.
We plan strategies on our own with a clear vision of what our
aims and goals may be, all noble, all seemingly true. And,
unfailingly, we get in situations that are way over our heads.
We attempt various gambits and tradeoffs, all to no avail and
sometimes we've deployed strategies for a very, long duration
that yield no fruitful results.
Eventually, we come to realize that other people's moves and
strategies are not allowed to affect OUR POSITION on the
board (to our detriment). Before they could possibly impact
our optimal position, God has already accomplished for us, the
reconfigurings and recontrivances and rearrangements that
construe in grand confluence toward our utmost sanctification
and ultimate fulfillment ! Paradoxically (and there are many
mysteries involved), while no one can affect another's
position to their detriment, we can, if we join the dance
(matching our Creator move for move with our gaze fixed on Him
alone) participate in the optimal positioning of others! We
can join in His work of salvation and checkmating others. This
is accomplished only through Grace and not by mere human
strivings. Our justification and that of others was
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13. accomplished in a very unique move, The KING's Gambit, whereby
the King placed himself (as in castling) between two other
pieces (incarnation, death and resurrection). Our
justification, His Grand Condescension, was a free gift; no
move was involved on our part. Our sanctification does require
our cooperation through grace, an unmerited but freely
bestowed grace. Through grace, He signs our dance cards and
through our efforts we can attempt to match His steps, for in
this now-mixed, metaphor of dance and chess, it takes two to
tango, two to play the game. He likes to use us to optimally
position others, either with our wills aligned or not. If we
align our wills as best we can, we participate in the grand
choreography of others' salvation (however mysteriously). If
we don't align our wills, He'll accomplish others' salvation
and sanctification (mysteriously) in spite of us, even using
our unaligned willful, physical actions ! (This is a reference
to His permissive will and Divine Providence).
Like a chess book filled with various game moves and
strategies, or like a computer programmed to counter every
possible move we make in a chess game (unfailingly toward our
ultimate checkmate), God in His omniscience knows/knew our
every move; His every countermove He also knows/knew.
Think of the umpteen, gigagillion moves stored in the Great
Cyber-Godhead and think of how He in His omnipotence CAN
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14. ACCOMPLISH ALL that I set forth above.
The computer chess game metaphor, wherein God's simultaneously
playing billions of players in the Universal Interactive Video
Arcade allows INTIMACY, allows DIVINE PROMPTINGS and fosters
PRAYER of trustful surrender and abandonment to His Will and
Providence, of Thanksgiving, of Praise, of Adoration, of
Forgiveness, of Petition.
Who among us has danced the perfect dance or played the
perfect chess game ? For you shall seek Him and you shall find
Him when you search for Him with ALL YOUR HEART. This, I've
not yet done. But even then, I've glimpsed some meaning. I've
tasted some first fruits. I've seen in a mirror, however
dimly, THE MAJESTY AND GLORY AND LOVE OF GOD. I'm willing to
try THE KING's GAMBIT.
As in chess, in life, it's typically not individual moves or
single, apparent blunders that place one in jeopardy of
losing the game. It is your fundamental orientation, the core
of your being which postures you and places you through a
series of moves and countermoves in a position for a final,
favorable or unfavorable, outcome.
We must accept our innate poverty if we are to dance our way
through the game, matching his moves (Will) with ours. We must
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15. trust His Gambits which place us in what we sometimes feel is
apparent jeopardy but later positions us for a seemingly easy
CHECKMATE. In chess, an apparent blunder, which later opens the
way to a supremely advantageous position, is known as a
"sacrifice".
The Omega Point theorists and many-world reality physicists
have advanced the notion of a possible reality wherein all
possible eventualitiespotentialities exist side by side,
bifurcation by bifurcation, permutation by permutation,
template by template ... sometimes in a perpetual
collapsing-expanding universe ... sometimes with
cyberspace-real space overlap ... and manifold other mental
constructions. This is partly how I conceive the big computer
chess game of the universe. However, because of the
divinely-created human will, no predestination paradigm is
allowed; no precision clock-work model suffices. Every time we
move, EVERY SINGLE time, God moves. His fundamental
orientation in exercising His strategy is unswaveringly
dedicated toward our Supreme Good. Potentialities, as many as
they are, are either realized or unrealized based on both
God's actions AND our actions/inactions.
In an aesthetic teleology the appropriation of novelty and the
shedding of monotony are required for beauty. In
nonequilibrium thermodynamics, dissipative structures which
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16. are very complicated arise from chaos. The more complicated a
system, the more permutations and bifurcations involved in
forming a structure, the greater the instability, the greater
the number of points at which its existence is threatened AND
the more beautiful. So, too, in this giant chess game of the
unfolding universe. The number of players and moves that God
is involved with seems to have us all perched precariously
between existence and nonexistence; beauty is brushed, stroke
by stroke, upon a blank canvas of utter nothingness. We and
all beauty, truth, justice and love are all threatened with
disintegration; meaning is threatened by absurdity; being by
nonbeing; faith by nihilism. All of the possible moves are
there on the Eternal Template, a collection of "1's" and "0's"
being written by every submission to or rebellion against His
Will. What will be realized ? potentialized ? eternalized ?
Our moves are generally categorized as coming from a posture
of sovereignty or of stewardship. Either we are being willful
or willing (however strong-willed we may be). Either we are
gazing at the world, the flesh and the devil or at the Father,
the Son and the Spirit. In stewardship, our moves involve our
time, our talent and our treasure deployed through prayerful
discernment in conformity to His Will. In sovereignty, our
moves involve our time, talent and treasure deployed through
craft and cunning in conformity to Our Will.
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17. But the world was created by the Father. The flesh was taken
on by the Son. The devil was conquered by the Holy Spirit.
His moves are generally categorized as coming from a posture
of paternity, of fraternity and are known as consolation and
desolation. We experience all of life as consolation or
desolation in accordance with our physical, emotional, mental
and spiritual faculties. All consolation and desolation are
gifts for our transformation. All consolation and desolation
comprise the process by which God moves in the chess game.
For instance, we move. Our move is from a sovereign
orientation and involves time, talent or treasure. Then, God
moves. It involves desolation.
We move again. Our move is from a steward's orientation. Then,
God moves. It involves consolation or desolation. Wait a
minute ! It's not as simple as we thought ! But Ignatius has
written a chess game manual explaining some of God's moves; so
has Teresa and John of the Cross; de Caussade and Saint-Jure'
and Metz and Rahner and Colombiere. St. Francis' poverty was a
foundational willingness to let the Master call the shots,
decide the moves. Detachment, indifference and dispossession
have no merit of their own but are the saints' tools of trade,
their way of better ensuring their posture as one of
stewardship versus sovereignty. Poverty, chastity and
obedience are utter folly if they are not derived from the
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18. fundamental core of a human being attempting alignment with
the Father's Will. Can't be a sovereign if I own nothing, need
nothing, want nothing. The Lord is My Shepherd; no want, no
fear, I know. There can be no riches to honor to pride, no
"this is mine; look at me; I am". We let go of individual
moves; we win the game. We let go of individual notes,
measures, bars and scores; we gain the symphony.
Julian of Norwich has summed it up: all manner of things shall
be well. Scott Peck has a nice metaphor: We are in a "cosmic
boot camp" learning how to love. We are here learning to
conform our wills to His Will.
Some game board circumstances appear irredeemable. None of this
dismisses the temporal pain and suffering or seeks to address
it. Suffice it to say that our temporal impoverishments are no
comparison for our Eternal Enrichments. The scales of the
Eternal Enrichment balance quite simply can not be used to
measure our temporal impoverishments. Karl Rahner, back in
1946,( years before He got even brighter than he already was)
sums it up: "We profess our belief in the everlasting
happiness of heaven, but we want from this life as much
comfort as is demanded by those whose thoughts do not reach
beyond it." Ouch !
Our need to be in control, to be right, for power ...
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19. our fear of failure, of pain ... our focus on the temporal to
the exclusion of the Eternal ... all make for some pretty
sub optimal moves on our part. Sure, He will reconfigure
everything continually for your optimal sanctification 'til
your last breath ! The sub optimization that results comes
about as you forgo the opportunities to participate in others'
sanctification. You'll arrive in paradise with only your own
soul (as one who's escaped through a fire). He would have you
participate in His choreography. He'll even let you suggest
moves and will honor your suggestions if they serve to
optimally reconfigure the global board positions for all. But
.. your will must be conformed to His Will and you will have
to long study His strategies before You are allowed to look
over the shoulder of the Master and suggest countermoves ! And
as in chess, believe it or not, an optimal position can come
about from many different moves, some as good as any other !
He'll let you choose a few, if you seek first His Kingdom ! if
you're coming from the posture of stewardship and not acting
as a sovereign.
As ongoing physical deportment effects posture, so too
our habitual spiritual deportment will effect our lasting
spiritual posture. Be aware of the cumulative effect of many
moves. Too much sovereignty as opposed to stewardship and
you'll inherit your own version of a kingdom and not His
Kingdom. During a sacrifice or gambit orchestrated by God, you
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20. needn't defend yourself ! In His Last Great Move as a human,
He abandoned Himself to His Father's Will in agony, in seeming
total defeat ! Then ... ... ... CHECKMATE !!!
Again, Rahner: "With a worldly shrewdness ..., we want our
'bird in the hand' as well as our 'birds in the bush' happiness here as well as hereafter- in fact, the best of both
worlds." ..."Christ has answered our questions by teaching us
how to pray. He has taught us to pray in words of direct
supplication, of holy confidence, of complete submission."
From the words of Rahner and of Christ's teaching (cf. the Our
Father), it is clear to me that prayers of petition, our
suggestions in the great chess game of life, are heard and
even solicited. But shouldn't we first observe His strategy
and glimpse His otherwise inscrutable mastery of the game
before presuming that our will is aligned with His ? Our
wills are becoming aligned when we recognize the plural noun
and verb forms of the Our Father. Perfectly unmoved and
content with others' misfortunes (think, for instance, of the
millions of parents who lost millions of children who died
last year), all of a sudden we have a theodicy problem when
tragedy overtakes "us" ! If you're going to have a faith
crisis or theodicy confrontation with God, it's best you get
on with now while all is well with "your" world. Then, you'll
better understand and appreciate how the mystics can claim:
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21. all will be well. 'Cause ... assuredly, all manner of things
will be well ! but not per your petty agenda. Your so
concerned cause someone took your pawn with their knight !
Wake Up ! Look at the rest of the board.
O.K. now, your move.
Liminal Threshold Fun Cool
i love the marshland's looks and sounds
for my childhood was taken up there
through mile after mile of broken, bent reeds
i passed time with never a care
on the opposite side was the river,
it travelled from way up north
thousands of miles it came to deliver
what no one had beckoned forth
for countless hours we'd play on its banks
making cowbellies in its dark mud
she freely bestowed gifts of driftwood and fish
and, when ships passed, her foaming white suds
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22. but the childhood memory that stays with me most?
bright brilliant Saturday afternoons
my grandmother'd take me inside that dark church
where she'd hum hauntingly beautiful tunes
it was otherwise silent and reverent and holy
sweet scented candles burned everywhere
but the light that intrigued me burns in my memory still
'twas a red flame that was glowing up *there *
maybe 'cause i was so very little back then
or perhaps the altar so very tall
the light from the candle inside that red glass
seemed so very awfully small
yet all the attention seemed pointed that way
'twas where steps led up to the big cross
and on it there hung this pitiful man
prompting memories of people i'd loss
near his feet between bouquets of flowers
the ones that my grandmother had brought
was a little gold house with a little white veil
where God lives or so i was taught
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23. she'd smooth out the cloths and linens so white
and polish the chalice of gold
she'd refill crucibles with water and wine
that the next day would be blood i was told
well imagine the awe in an eight year boy
soaking up everything grandmother taught
imagine the thoughts that would run through his mind
the impressions that all of this wrought
there were questions that would arrive later
but for then we just stayed to our task
years after she died and i'd grown and moved on
there was no one i was willing to ask
for they all seemed to buy into grandmother's scheme
for meaning and purpose in life
they never would question or wonder or dream
and who was i to invite them to strife?
their strife was o'er, their battle won
never a doubt assailed firm beliefs
as for me, my battle was just beginning
of angst and of fear and of grief
may i decrease and you increase
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24. was my constant vigil and prayer
til others might have a problem here
in knowing who's standing there
i willed to become like the man on the cross
who lived in that little gold house
but the faith my grandmother had given was gone
or was as small as that tiny church mouse
i continued to go through the actions of faith
and in time i raised kids of my own
taught them all the things that my grandmother'd taught
planted all the same seeds that she'd sown
as for me, in the meantime, i delved into books
theology, philosophy and prayer
but the feelings of bright, sunny Saturday noons
in church--- never returned to me there
i resolved to do everything "just because"
and forsaking my reasoning mind
i decided i'd wait for my God to return
in His own due season and time
i believed in goodness and beauty and truth
though they seemed to lack any support
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25. was the universe friendly? was meaning intact?
would life's loves just some day abort?
for the heat death of the universe
is a verity simple to know
it'll all burn out without fanfare or care
with not even an afterglow
but some folks talk of an afterlife
full of goodness and beauty and truth
with their loved ones and the man on the cross
all the prophets, Naomi and Ruth
fearful souls harbor such feeble glad thoughts
and i'm glad it consoles them so
as for me and my people i'd like the same, too
but how is one ever to know?
is there primal ground and primal being?
unconditional truth and meaning?
all i could do was to take that leap
with no visible prop for the leaning
i would cling to beauty just because
of the hold that it had on me
as for goodness and truth
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26. i surrendered there, too
unconditionally
i gave up the fight and let everything go
and abandoned myself to the flow
only truth and beauty and goodness perdured
no other god would i know
and i thought long and hard about all my desires
of the assurances and convictions i lacked
if i had them what would i do differently?
and no answers ever came back
in the dark night of faith, in love i'd persist
giving up my long search for the grail
the journey became my destination
on an ocean of love i would sail
and that ocean was silent, gave never a clue
of its origins, its depths or its floor
but it gently caressed me and placed me down
on the sands where it kisses its shore
and the sights there were vaguely familiar
for i awakened in marsh grass and reeds
right close to the river and next to the church
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27. where grandmother had planted her seeds
still everything differed while all was the same
it was something within me had changed
other people went on with their business
but my programs had been rearranged
i no longer cared what they thought about me
and i no longer needed their praise
the guilt and the fear that they'd used to control
they could keep for the rest of my days
i had somehow come into to the Oneness
wherein each of us is quite the same
on the other hand and very strangely enough
each still had their very own name
all i did was to sleep a long sleep
all i did was get tired of the pain
all i did was surrender my every desire
every guilt, every fear, every shame
and the moment i quit and gave all of this up
is indelibly etched in my soul
and i'll never go back to the ways of the world
and i'll never rejoin their fold
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28. all i did was to wake up and see
as if seeing the very first time
my learned habits and fears and lunacy
and the havoc they wreaked in my mind
who told you that God would not love you
unless you conformed to His laws?
who told you that you must act this way or that
in order to win His applause?
well i'm telling you now they were lying
but it's just that they just didn't know
they were only repeating the things that were taught
from ages and ages ago
and i know that this news is quite hard to believe
and that some will continue to sleep
and i'm not trying to change you or shepherd some herd
as if you weren't people but sheep
i'm just dancing my dance and living quite free
and writing my poems and my musings
knowing all shall be well and all is well
despite what we're finding confusing
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29. i'm telling you, though, to learn to trust
the almost silent voice within
i'm really suggesting you quiet it all down
and learn anew how to begin
for this is mostly about new beginnings
each moment, each second, each day
to see each person and each event
afresh in most every way
for each is brand new and each has become
the sum total of what's gone before
and the sum of that total changes so often
'tis folly to ever keep score
'tis the keeping score that's worst of all
to think winners necessitate losers
there's no merit, reward, recognition
we're all beggars and beggars are choosers
but look at all the good choices
they're all blessed and love-filled and fun
there's no need to compete with each other
for these blessings have only begun
neither death nor life nor angel
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30. not any principality
can take you away from the Father's love
which is yours for eternity
i tell you again, these blessings are free
the graces are there for the choosing
but you'll never experience this heavenly peace
'til you quit thinking "winning or losing"
you can't win a reward that is already yours
you can't lose what can never be lost
you can't store up treasures to purchase a gift
when it's given without any cost
would you ever turn away from Him?
well know this, that if you should
He'll pursue your love forever
like any parent would
would a lover leave her own beloved?
would a parent ever leave a child?
would a Creator forget a creature?
not even for awhile
the truth, the beauty, the goodness, the love
the solidarity
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31. are nothing we could ever attain
they simply are, you see?
to see, to look, to gaze in awe
is a very simple task
to wake up and see what's there to see
is all the Master asks
for after you awaken, the task's already done
compassion flows out naturally
we'll be not-two, not-one
the love will flow out unawares
left hands won't know their right
the holy will never know holiness
the seeing will see without sight
self-consciousness will simply disappear
there will be no "me" to harm
we'll all be "I's" inside I AM
we'll all be arm in arm
we'll have all been there ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
each generation's moms and dads
each daughter and each son
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32. the loves we'll have shared continuing on
the pains we'll have shared forgotten
with the God we'll have known from ages hence
within each of our hearts begotten
where the doing becomes being
and object and subject are One
apophatic and kataphatic
will be liminal threshold fun !
'til then i'll still enter the darkened church
humming grandmother's light-filled hymns
no longer with thoughts that run through my head
i'll just sit and i'll stare at Him
i'll just sit and i'll gaze at the little red glow
and i'll smile at the little gold house
i'll look up at my friend on the cross as He winks
as He squeaks through that little church mouse
my grandmother will smile, not from up above
but from a dwelling place deep within
and i'll know i'll be with her bye and bye
but there's much to do until then
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33. like go down to the river and play in the mud
and kick up the dirty white foam
like be anywhere that i happen to be
knowing home is wherever i roam
in the city or the marshland
while at work or when at play
i'll silently gaze at Him everywhere
and here i'll always stay
all i do now is unconditional
all i do now is just because
all i do now is wonder how people can be
the way that i once was
all may be well, all can be well
all will be well i'm certain
all shall be well is all you know
when you pull away the curtain
don't listen to others describing the sights
don't imagine what lies behind
tear open the curtain and look for yourself
the scenery here is just fine
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34. it around the world a dozen times ;>Wink johnboy
People of the Passion
Narrator: I asked them of their hopes and dreams
Of how it seemed to them
On a road that led to Calvary
That began in Bethlehem
Mary answered first: "My hopes and dreams,
Every single part of me,
Awaited my Messiah,
With Him I longed to be."
Joseph looked at her and nodded:
"What you just said is true ...
But as for me, my hopes and dreams:
My every thought was you.
"At the time of our betrothal,
The fulfillment of my life
Was to take your hand in marriage,
To take you as my wife."
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35. "I was first the handmaid of the Lord,"
Said Mary as she smiled,
"But what devastation you endured
When you found I was with child."
Joseph said: "My heart was broken;
How bitterly I wept;
Exhausted in my pain and grief,
How wearily I slept."
Mary smiled: "The angel in your dream
Your every doubt erased;
Then the baby leapt within my womb
When warmly we embraced !"
Joseph: Our road would wind, go up then down,
His way seemed hard to learn.
Mary: But angels came in Joseph's dreams
At every single turn.
Joseph: Like the time we went to Egypt
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36. Where we stayed 'till Herod died.
Mary: Or when we came back to Israel
And you'd thought the angel'd lied.
Mary: (You see Herod's son took Herod's place
So, again, we'd have to flee).
Joseph: And warned, again, within a dream,
We left for Galilee.
Mary: So, too, on your road with Jesus,
You may find your plans and schemes
Will be readily displaced there
By our Father's hopes and dreams.
Joseph: There'll be times your heart is broken.
There'll be times your dreams are dashed,
When you dwell in desolation,
See no sun, just smoke and ash.
Mary: All will share His Passion and His Death
From the time of their conception;
Those who take life's road with us
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37. Will share His Resurrection.
Mary: Our road began with the Word of God,
Where a witness, Elizabeth's son,
In a town in the hills of Judah,
Spoke of Jesus, the Chosen One.
Elizabeth: Little boys we carried in our wombs
Knew one another, even there !
And were destined, both, for early tombs,
Any mother's worst nightmare.
Mary: My son was killed by Pilate,
With indignity and disgrace.
Elizabeth: My John was brutally murdered,
Beheaded at Herod's place.
Narrator: I asked of Mary: "What of Pilate ?"
"What of Herod ?" of Elizabeth.
"Of the people who rejected them
Even in Nazareth ?"
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38. They both were silent, for a while
Then each, in their own turn,
Spoke openly and lovingly
Of the lessons they had learned.
Mary: Like my Joseph, through King David's line,
Did my baby, Jesus, come
A Savior given unto us
Each and every one.
Elizabeth: Yes, adulterers and murderers
Like Herod (King David, too)
Were the reason that Our Lord was born
Mary: And also me and you.
Elizabeth: No it's not for us to understand.
It's not for us to see:
What of David ? Pilate ? Herod ?
Mary: What of them or you or me ?
Mary: Like the criminals murdered with Him
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39. On His left and on His right
'Til one's dying breath He'll save you
Bathe you in Eternal Light.
Narrator: Elizabeth stood, took Mary's arms.
They embraced with loving tears.
Then as at The Visitation
John and Jesus then appeared !
I watched in silence and in awe
With love and peace and joy,
As with such warmth and tenderness
Each mother hugged her boy.
They were little kids like yours and mine !
With faces oh so fair !
Their mommies kissed their little heads
Ran fingers through their hair.
They pinched their cheeks, held little faces
In between each hand,
Looked proudly down into their eyes
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40. Each mother's little man.
There they saw the face of God and lived
As the prophet said they'd see.
They all stared in little Jesus' face
Then turned and said to me:
All: We'll have all been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
Each generation's moms and dads
Each daughter and each son;
The loves we'll have shared continuing on,
The pains we'll have shared forgotten,
With the God we'll have known from ages hence
From Mary's womb begotten.
For nothing can quench the love of God
Not anguish nor distress
Persecution, famine nor the sword
Peril nor nakedness.
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41. Neither death nor life nor angels
Not any principality
Could stifle the love of these mothers' boys
From here to Eternity.
I then said: "Lord, take and receive,
Take all of my liberty,
My memory and understanding,
Like The Baptist I want to be ...
For you'll increase as we decrease
In answer to our prayer
'Til it almost becomes a challenge here
To know who is standing there...
For I've entertained angels unaware
In your poor it's plain to see
Life's purpose is found as we get confused
'Tween them and you and me.
No the heart of man has not conceived
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42. No eye could ever see
The things the Father has prepared
For The Baptist, you and me !
Narrator: What pains in life, dear Jesus,
Caused your greatest agony ?
What of the blood, the sweat, the tears
That blessed Gethsemane ?
Jesus: He heaved a sigh: "I'll tell you now,
The worst of pains, my brother,
Came from the swords that pierced the Heart
Of my dearest, sweetest Mother."
"The first sword ? In the temple,
Among the doctors of the law,
What a joy-filled, happy moment,
When my mother's face I saw !
Mary: Have you ever lost a child ?
Known the tears, the fear, the dread ?
Have you ever feared your little one
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43. To be given up for dead ?
Jesus: Well, her look that day was haunting,
'T was a look of total loss.
I was to see it yet again
As I hung there on the Cross.
Narrator: What of the Chief Priests and the Elders
Or the Scribes and Pharisees ?
Of the ridicule you suffered there
As they tortured, spat and teased ?
Jesus: Jesus sighed again and said: "You know,
On my mother, that was tough;
It was watching her in agony
That, for me, was really rough."
As for Caiaphas and Annas,
The men with clubs and swords,
Those who called out: 'Play the Prophet !'
Or who mocked me with their words ...
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44. I'd grown use to that in childhood,
Never really did fit in,
Not with neighbors, not with townsfolk
Not even with my kin.
You as parents are familiar
With these feelings from such pain
When your children don't fit in
With the others who are playin'
On the playground, in the school yard,
Out about the neighborhood.
How my mom and step-dad suffered
Cause they knew I never would.
Narrator: Jesus, what of the Sanhedrin
And the lying witnesses ?
Or the soldiers there who stripped you
Spat or hit you with their fists ?
When the crowd called out: "Barabbas !"
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45. Scourged and crowned you with the thorns ?
What terror gripped your heart there ?
Were you 'specially then forlorn ?
Jesus: No, not the passers-by that jeered me
Or who gave me wine with gall
Nor the ones who drove the nails
Pierced my side, cast lots and all
Not even when they lifted me
Did it torture me the most;
It was that one last look in momma's eyes
That gave Daddy up my ghost.
Aside from the pain this caused my mom,
What still truly hurts the most
Are things that are done by the ones that I love
In whom dwell the Holy Ghost.
With sacraments of initiation received
Along with such loving formation
For the life of Me, brother, I don't understand why
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46. They abandon the Way of salvation.
The Sanhedrin, the High Priests and Elders
Who hit me and spat in my face
Did not cause my Heart near the confusion
As those who abandoned the place
For after saying they'd never disown me
The moment the Shepherd was struck
The sheep of my flock were soon scattered
'Cause their Master was down on His Luck.
You, too, have seen transfigurations;
You know you have had your good days
But still like my beloved apostles
Don't you go your own separate ways ?
Like Zebedee's sons on the road there
Does your selfishness cause any fights ?
In your own ways you press one another
For seats on my left and my right.
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47. No, I tell you I'd rather be spat at and jeered
Even scourged and then nailed to a cross
By the people who never have known me
As opposed to somebody I've lost
Like you whom I've known since your childhood
Baptized as an infant and then
Have countless times known me in Eucharist
Who's always considered my friend
Can't you see what you've done
To a world dire in need
Anytime when, like Peter, you fall ?
The scandal ensues
A soul 'bout to choose
Chance misses hearing my call.
Next time you pray into my Passion
And gaze up at your Friend on the Cross,
I'm not there cause of people I've never known
It's those, maybe you ? that I've lost.
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