For some there comes a time when a second chance is given.That time then becomes a celebration of the unrecognized gifts of the past and humble gratitude for the wonder of present.
This then is a collection of reflections and comments on life,work,love and faith to be sung ,and danced to, in thanksgiving for a second chance.
Don’t use the
phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. ―
- Jack Kerouac
“If you do
follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all
the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one
you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open
where you didn’t know they were going to be.”
- Joseph Campbell
Martians used to preach
Of days they would reach the earth
Now they’ve given up
Finding what it is worth.
was wrong, there had never been a serious consideration for Martians to explore the
earth as it looked like a dying planet. “How did they get such an impression?”
, he wondered. And so the journey began for him to comprehend how this
perception could evolve.
came the yellow high-liter with the history and sociology books as well as the
laptop googling thousands of trends and facts about the evolution of earth’s
inhabitants their attitudes, institutions, political structures, beliefs,
culture and changing. Charts, graphs, narratives and all types of analytics
were created to visually illustrate the doors of perception. Then a wave washed
him up onto the shore of enlightenment.
They have never read or heard our poetry! Poetry is the language of our hearts
and souls, the living proof of the existence of the sacred within sentient
also thought of music as the voice of the divine but continued to wonder what
the Martians might think of earth and her inhabitants if they read and heard our
poetry, as it was the root of what would become songs. “Poetry is evidence of:
our compassion and passion; our love and desire for peace and concern for the
common welfare; our devotion to and appreciation for the beauty and wonder of
all that mother nature provides; our humility and hopefulness; our resilience;
our ability for our own spirits to transcend our vessels of clay; and, our
enlightenment of and faith in a great magnificence who is the reason for every
aspect of the universe.”
with this awareness he also became depressed, as he knew that many in this
world had lost their sense of poetry and most poets had been minimalized or
trivialized. Many contemporary poets had lost their voices or desire to have their inner
voice heard. Some "would be poets" had been led to join that carousel where
reaching for a brass ring became the objective rather than being an authentic
channel of passion. Furthermore many had become silent out of fear of being
ostracized for being a voice from the wilderness. There were some champions who
would fight the good fight but they seemed to die young.
if I just continue to encourage others to allow their authentic selves and
voices to flourish through poetry, that may be enough . No need to worry about
the Martian perspective now as we all have a greater challenge at hand…to save
“….To a visitor who described himself as a seeker
after Truth the Master said, ‘If what you seek is Truth, there is one thing you
must have above all else’.
‘ I know.
An overwhelming passion for it’ .
unremitting readiness to admit you may be wrong’. “
- Anthony De Mello SJ
pilgrim looked up from his journal and whispered ,“the singer sang ‘pride comes
before a fall.’” Returning to his journal he wrote …
is who we are. Anyone who believes they have achieved perfection has deceived
himself.” He was aware of his own imperfection and his own pride in that he
alone could improve his life. In some ways he felt unqualified to write about
humility. In some ways he felt unqualified to write anything at all.
recalled a story his teacher shared years ago;
“Nan-in, a Japanese master during the
Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire
about Zen. Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept
on pouring.The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain
himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!" "Like this
cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and
speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
pilgrim stopped his writing and retreated to the place where he could let go
and be present in gratitude for the sacredness of all life.
“If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them
joy. If you write for men--you may make some money and you may give someone a
little joy and you may make a noise in the world, for a little while. If you
write for yourself, you can read what you yourself have written and after ten
minutes you will be so disgusted that you will wish that you were dead.”