Friday, September 27, 2024

Not Alone Never Alone

 



🔷  ⚜️  🔷


Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Mayflower

 



Jeffrey Meyer: Birth of New England



Saturday, September 21, 2024

Robert Pinsky

 

At the summit of Mauna Kea, an array of antennae

Sensitive to the colors of invisible light. Defiling



The sacred mountain, they tilt and sidle to measure

Submillimeter waves from across the universe:



System of cosmic removes and fine extremes

Devoted to track the wavering nature of things.



Your father Adam known also as Makea, 

Your mother Lakshmi known also as Eve:



Both of them smaller than the width of a hair,

They ride astride matched tortoises on a road



Nine microns wide, following another Eve

And another Adam all in a skybound procession



Of mothers and fathers, all the Lakshmis and Vishnus

Tendering you their Cain and you their Abel.



The snow Papa and the fire Pele observe tainting

Antennae controlled by a hand in Massachusetts.



Innumerable names and doings, innumerable

Destinies, remotes histories, deities and tongues.


Somewhere among them your ancestor the slave,

Also your ancestors the thief the prince the stranger.


Each particle a thread of crazed pilgrim life

Passing as one tortoise mount pauses to tread


The emanation of a dead star still alive

And afire, back when the astral procession began.


Everybody by descent the outcome of a rape.

Everybody also the outcome of a great love


Ruth, Holofernes, Sappho, Abélard, mostly

Anonymous traveling a filament of light


Across the nothing between the clouds of being

Into the pinhole iris of your mortal eye ---



The heart of each telescope on Mauna Kea,

Is a tube finer than a hair on Vishnu's head.



On each hair of each Vishnu's head, a procession

Of subatomic tortoises crosses the universe.



In the skull of each tortoise in that procession

A faceted jewel attuned to a spectral channel



Where Kronos eats us his children, each contracting 

By each one's nature a micron suture of light.



Poem "Procession" by Robert Pinsky from "At the Foundling Hospital" published by Farrar Straus Giroux / New York 2016


Friday, September 20, 2024

Amena Divina

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. . .


Kahlil Gibran, "THE PLAY - Iram The City of Lofty Pillars"  (excerpt)

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Isaiah

 I will extend peace to her like a river

and the glory of the Gentiles

 like a flowing stream.


✝️


Friday, September 13, 2024

Full Circle

 




"Al pronto me ví inmersa en un Jardín ameno, 

donde las flores eran piedras preciosas."



PFG



Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Monday, September 9, 2024

Sunday, September 1, 2024

Meister Eckhart: "Always Kissing"


They are always kissing, they can't

control themselves


It is not possible

that any creature can have greater instincts

and perceptions than the

mature human 

mind.


God

ripened me.

So I see it is true:

all objects in existence are

wildly in

love.



Love Poems From GOD