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The poems and pictures that have been collected here are prompts toward leaning into the places you have been and become. Clearly, every doorway you have crossed over and every window you have gazed yourself through have become woven into the fabric of the "you" that is now holding this place as here and now. The "you" that is here has moved through immense passages. They are all inside of you now. Reach back and in and set yourself free to bathe in all you have leaned into becoming over time. Journey into the chasm of your life. Stand in awe at the arrangement of the infinitesimal experiences of grandeur and suspense. You have pushed and pulled--been pushed and pulled--through endless doors and windows of the Spirit. Never deny the way all of that has mingled itself into the one who is viewing the life you believe is yours. It is made up of an endless number yous--that in the end--may not be the one you at all, but a myriad of places to feel from through time. A broad and plasmic you spread out through each and every window and door of space and time.
Having grown up in the shadow of the Bomb and having provided supportive care to post-Cold War generations of children and their parents (both in crisis), I have seen a lot of distrust and instability in people--individually and in communities. I have seen how the shadow of impending doom can rewrite a way that people live. This distrust and instability is not a personal issue. It is a sign and symptom of having lived in a time when the imagination can harbor not simply notions of tribal decay and destruction, but the decay and destruction of all tribes, in all places, and throughout all future time. We can wipe out everything that exists within the realm of our planet--in an instant. This c...
Space and time are not just terms and functions of the bigger/larger objects in our lives, but intricately woven into the cells that make up our spleen and the neurotransmitters that carry our sense of truth and integrity (or some other thing that carries that--which we have not yet figured out how to find or name just yet). The mercurial and hermetic principle that everything above operates on similar principles as the things below (inside as well as outside) holds true in this conversation, as we might expect. We impact where we are--in space and in time. Where we are in space and time impacts us as well. From a distance or a different vantage point, none of this seems true. Close up, and at other places, all of this seems true. This is what we can sustain when we are growing. All of this being said, I suppose the journey this collection is meant to set us on is the journey of exploration to see how we are woven into and among the where and when of who and what we are. Push and test the connections and the spaces in between to see how the one is or is not showing itself to be the other. Get a sense of what influences, and in which direction.
The notion and phrase of "entering the stream" has long been an image for merger and union. Most often it is meant to sum up the idea of union with the Divine Principle or God. Less often, yet still common, it is used to image the union of ideas, bodies, and movements.The sense that one thing folds into or flows into another and gets lost is still a major underpinning toward the belief that there is some "ah ha" moment in life where we are able to drift out of simple, commonplace existence and enter the field of ALL knowing. We believe that there can be and is a moment of merger (a born-again instant), an awakening to something outside of what it means to be singularly dual.It is not by chan...
Men have been spit up onto shore by whales and great fish since the beginning of time. This has been going on for forever; perhaps, even longer than forever. This may be true. It may also be true that men have spit whales and great fish up onto shore since the beginning of time. This has also been going on or forever; perhaps, even longer than forever. Which of these happened first, I cannot say. Who knows; who can say? Regardless, before being spit up on land both men and fish sat idly by inside the bellies of their captors, ruminating on their fate-wondering what it all meant-what it all means. Men and fish and everything alive wonder about life, and how they fit into it and it into them; ...
If you have never been inside of a prison, there are things you will not know about the community there. You may guess at them, but that is not the same. What it feels like. What it sounds like. What goes on there; these all define portions of what it is. These definitions, or parameters of life inside, come to you quite viscerally. You feel them in and through your skin before you actually give word or shape to understanding them. You sense before you think. The themes that come from a prison poet are varied. Most poems you would not have to know the poet was a prisoner to gain access to the import of the word-pictures. Human experience, while diverse, shares some common archetypal qualities. But, some will grow in meaning knowing where the poems were planted. I think themes about being captive are universal, but when you know the poet is in a prison, it can open you to listen differently. Is that a good thing? I don't know. But it is true.
Cairns have decorated the landscapes of cultures throughout time. Piles of stone-one stone placed on top of another-are set in place all over the earth to recall battles, identify burial sites, mark trails, and spur hearts and minds to remember sacred, noble, and critical events. They are landmarks. They are sacramental presences in space and time. Our lives are littered with markers of meaning. They all reveal who we are, where we have been, and offer us a jumping off point for the future. In the true mystic tradition, everything straddles meaning and is potentially available to reveal the inner life, God Himself, and all that Is. My hope is that we will begin to look at the markers of mean...
Rivers are not only about themselves and the way they curve and cut across landscapes and time, but about an overall geology of the soul that goes on in each lifeāall life. Carrying things into our lives and away from our lives is just one of the mysteries of rivers and the tributaries that build them. These poems of life and living in the precincts of the Delaware River and her tributaries underscore the relationship that we have with the wetness, power, passion, shape, and presence of waters in our lives. Take a dip and be changed. Open yourself to their wonder.
There are a lot of books about leadership out there. I wanted to stir the pot and make some suggestions that I have not heard yet. Leadership is not about sticking qualities all over yourself, like dozens of "yellow sticky notes": "Today I will learn time management. Tomorrow I will develop integrity." Mere information is not enough to change us. Data may lead to transformation, but it is not enough to transform us on its own. Leadership is not about "trends" and "buzzwords." Leadership is about personhood. Personhood is where this transformation truly takes place. Leadership may perseverate into any one of these things (stickies, trends, information, data, and buzzwords), but it is ultimate...
"Duende is that place in us where the two halves of our life are conjoined. It is the place where we go down into the self and gather up that opposing force to our immediate nature. It involves the undoing of the 'pretending-everything-is-okay-mechanism' in us and it is an overall waking up to the forces of conflict in life and actually mustering a strength to make abiding choices. Many throughout time have likened this awaking process to dreams and forgetfulness and because of that it seeks to reveal itself in shadows and reflections." These are poems and images that evoke and provoke a sense of DUENDE.