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| Bansky |
"All my life I have lived in a kind of haste
and darkness of desire, ambition, accomplishment.
Now the bird is singing , but not anymore of
this would. And something inside myself is fluttering and leaping, is trying
to type it down in lumped-up language, in outcry, in patience, in
music, in a snow-white book."
- Mary Oliver
"Hope is the gateway to contemplation, because contemplation is an experience
of divine things and we cannot experience what we do not some way possess."
- Thomas Merton
" How can one expect others to pick themselves by their bootstraps
when these others don't even have shoes or boots?"
- B.H.
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Contata
Sweet starlings' pre-dawn cantata:
Soft sanctifying soothing Songs of Songs
Solo chime the holy Divine metronome
Perfect time no doubt,
For any ears who hear .
Slow rising mother sun
Illuminates all aspects of creation
Warming wandering weary spirits ,
Searching hearts consoled with the hope.
Hope for compassion,
Hope for true serenity,
Hope for the healing ,
Prayers , unified exhale, making room
For mercy and redemption
In the pastoral cathedral of paradise .
Words of wisdom waft with in the wind..
No thing is here to be on its own.
Every thing , every one is interconnected.
The consolation of harmony is present as a
Mystical thread holds this patchwork together creating
One magnificent symphony in disguise.
There is not one atom, musical note or aspect of existence
Unaccounted for without holy purpose .
Yet refugees , in murmurations and
Desperate caravans seek safe harbors.
Marginalized immigrants and deportees
Unite with the poorest of the poor
Chanting mantra supplicates for daily bread.
Meanwhile passerine politely peck for food.
Weary hearts lay down
Hoping for comfort and consolation.
Hoping for that second chance.
Hoping for a helping hand.
Remembering how the great teacher on the mount
Nourished and nurtured "any and all" who came in hope.
Rivers seem to flow forever,
Currents carrying vessels. pilgrims , flotsam and jetsam
Without judgement
to that unchartered sea of mercy.
Navigation dictated by faith,
Hoping for salvation,
Hoping for the perfect love, and
Hoping for the grace.
Seeking the most sacred grail
Letting go led by the Paraclete's hymn.
Players on fields of dreams comprehend
That it is how you play ....
That transforms the blessed game into
The true promised land.
Coaches pontificate "leave it all on the field"-
Living radical compassion ,
Adding selfless generosity ,
Blended with constant unconditional love
And kindness with a true genuine response.
Listening , great collaboration
Hope to let go and be .
Hoping to remember to remember.
Hoping in gratitude with humility
Connecting with the chorus of
Authentic blessed voices in song.
- JF Sobecki
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Friends Meeting House Little Egg Harbor
Mindwalk 1990
Game Called - Grantland Rice
https://youtu.be/NbN5Q-Na66U
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