Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Paradox and The Metanoia

 "There are no unsacred places, there are only 

sacred places and desecrated places."

- Wendell Berry


"Each day is a holy day"

- Quaker Tradition


All of creation is sanctified as the light resides in 

the Divine DNA in all things and creatures.

- Adapted Richard Rohr, OFM


The Inspiration :

* Spoiler Alert - 

In a scene from the recent movie "Oppenheimer" General Leslie Groves 

asks Oppenheimer, who was instrumental in the development of 

the first atomic bomb, what were the chances when testing

the first atomic bomb that the bomb would destroy planet earth. 

Oppenheimer responds "Almost zero." The general

retorts "Can't we make that 'zero ' ? 

Oppenheimer could not assure that possibility.

Under the code name "Trinity" (an interesting choice)

the world's first nuclear explosion was tested July 16, 1945.

Everything was suddenly changed forever.

Trinity - Los Alamos, New Mexico
July 16, 1945
                              










* Summer of 2008

The seeker was told he needed a CABG (Coronary Arterial Bypass 

Graft  -  Double Heart By-pass surgery .) He asked

the surgeon how many patients had the surgeon performed this surgery on 

and how many were lost during the surgery . The surgeon said about 1,000 heart 

surgeries and maybe lost one on the table. The seeker asked ,"So are you overdue for another

loss ?" And just like that the seeker darted without hesitation to the local retreat house 

where at the 1130 service and the complete congregation blessed him with 

the sacrament of healing. On his exit Obe Wan Tom grabbed the seeker's 

arm pulling the pilgrim down t hear the 

whispering message , "You know I heard that this really works."

Everything was suddenly changed forever.

Open Heart Surgery - CABG











" No thing stays the same."

- Zen Saying


"To Everything turn, turn, turn

There is a season turn , turn, turn

and a time to every purpose under heaven"

- Turn, Turn, Turn, P. Seeger (adapted Ecclesiates  3: 1- 8 )


"At the day of Judgment , we shall not be asked what

we have read , but what we have done. 

(How we lived , loved and served)"

- Thomas A'Kempis


"If you are not sowing seeds of love, then what's the point?"


The Writing:

 Paradox and The Metanoia 

Pilgrims ride that train to the ineffable hopeful holiness

Believing that their possessions and 

Holding a golden ticket should suffice.

That one seeker damaged his heart by

Grasping for the brass ring one too many times.

Paralyzed  , he was lowered through the roof 

By the trusted consecrated companions

To be in the presence of the great teacher 

Who gifted him complete mercy without enmity.

Filled with doubt the seeker pondered ,

"Was it the healing or the redemption that was

The great miracle? Does it matter?"

Recollections of Homer's trope of spiritual quest

Fueled further fundamental rumination,

"Did Ulysses know that killing the cyclops

That he and his companions would be trapped

In a darkest of dark caves for eternity?"

A roll of the dice,


As the seeker's chest was cracked open like a lobster

A most magnificent metanoia manifests itself.

The sanctifying spark slowly rekindled 

The seeds of compassion and generosity 

Waiting to be sowed .

- JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness. It knocks on the doors

 of the heart and the heart opens" 

 - Mirabai Starr


" To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.'

- Wm. Blake


Evidence

Truly , we live with mysteries too marvelous

to be understood.


How grass can be nourishing in the 

mouths of the lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever

in allegiance with gravity

while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds will 

never be broken.

How people come , from delight or the' scars of damage,

to the comfort of a poem.


Let me keep my distance , always ,from those 

who think they have the answers.


Let me keep compan , always ,with those who

say

"Look!" and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

- Mary Oliver


One Art


The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seemed filled with the intent

to be lost that their losses no disaster.


Lose something every day .Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names , and wherein was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.


I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last , of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


I lost two cities, lovely ones, And , vaster, 

some realms I owned , two rivers, a continent.

I miss them , but it wasn't a disaster.


..... Even losing you ( the joking voice, a gesture 

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not to hard to master

though it may look like ( Write it!) disaster.

- Elizabeth Bishop

_________________-_

The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Sowing The Seeds of Love - Tears for Fears
https://youtu.be/anUsv9ZtxVk

After The Gold Rush - Harris,Parton and Ronstadt ( N. Young)



Head Full Of Doubt Road Full of Promise - Avett Brothers
https://youtu.be/JjwlDNwJRpE

Coda: For your listening pleasure if you desire:

The following selection of music's filming the room during a recent yoga session 
Coincidentally, it was the 15th anniversary
of the pilgrim's "healing" at the retreat house and four days
prior to the 15th anniversary of having his fractured heart healed.

Consider listening to this piece as you reflect on the query below.

 


A Simple Query For Readers:

( What you think of this new category?)

Obi-Wan Lou once guided the seeker saying that the spiritual journey is
is a personal one and non-denominational. The seeker reflected how
one can take the boy out of the church but you can't take the "church"
out of the boy.

A topic suggested contemplation: It may be that event ,  person , time or place that
changed everything for you and how it became a blessing instead of a disaster .

or ...



"One day I will find the right words , and they will be simple."
- Jack Kerouac


AMDG


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Saturday, July 1, 2023

Stargazing: An Ascetic Contemplation

The Milky Way

"Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the Now the 

primary focus of your life"

- E. Tolle


"For us there is only the trying. The rest is not our business."

-T. S. Eliot


“You admire the man who pushes his way to the too the top in any walk of life, 


while we admire the one who abandons his ego.” 

              - Seven Years in Tibet, Heinrich Harrier



The Inspiration :

* Recent outer space probes indicate to scientists  that our galaxy

 is made up of 100-400 billion stars ( each star  an equivalent size of our own sun )

 and that the galaxy is about 100 million light - years across. Our galaxy being

much like a grain of sand in the universe the size of the Sahara desert.


"Two important days in your life are the day you are born and 

the day you know why " 

-David Johnson , Director of the Global Owl Project


" Your grandfather once told me it was ok to think about what you 

want to do until it was time to start doing what you were meant to

be."

- Jim Morris Sr, ( To his son Jim Morris Jr.. from biographical film

 "The Rookie" )


The Writing:


Stargazing : An Ascetic Contemplation


Artificial Intelligence , the headline news of the 21st century.

Doesn't three thousand years of ignorance prove other wise?

Wondering while wandering the ascetic monk-in-training contemplates

The majestic cosmos : 


"Why do so many continue to try convince the lost

Wayward sheep that all that these sheep experience and know

Is the result a random accident or coincidence?

Is filling up one's trunk with wordly treasure

A true measure of one's worth ?

Earthly accomplishments are expected to be rewarded by most

When their Odyssey in that the earthen vessel in which they ride is finished.

Does it matter what name is given to the eternal spark,

The divine DNA, the source that gives all things life

and continues to reside in every aspect of creation?

"Make your life your prayer and your prayer your life, '

Read a faded script discovered on a subway wall . "


The novice monastic's stargazing 

Abandoned all the spiritual and material  busyness by letting go,

Showing compassion to everything and trusting the majesty .

    - JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness. It knocks on the doors

 of the heart and the heart opens" 

 - Mirabai Starr


" To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.'

- Wm. Blake



Buddha's Last Instruction


"Make yourself a light" , said the Buddha

before he died.

I think of this every morning

as the east begins

to tear off its many clouds

of darkness, to send up the first

signal-a white fan

streaked with pink and violet,

even green.

An old man , he lay down 

between two Sala trees,

and he might have said anything,

knowing it was his final hour.

The light burns upward,

it thickens and settles over the fields.

Around him, the villagers gathered 

and stretched forward to listen.

Even before the sun itself 

hangs , disattached ,, in the blue air,

I am touched everywhere

by the ocean of yellow waves.

No doubt he thought of everything

that happened in his difficult life.

And then I feel the sun itself

as it blazes over the hills

like a million flowers on fire _

clearly I'm not needed,

yet I feel myself turning

into something of inexplicable value.

Slowly , beneath the branches,

he raised his head.

He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.

- Mary Oliver


The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Part Of The Plan - Dan Fogeberg

The Soul of a Man- Bruce Cockburn
https://youtu.be/xUqFP3kGMZg

Love Comes to Everyone - George Harrison

Across The Universe - The Beatles ( World Wildlife Fund version)
https://youtu.be/iotagMCkJRE


Coda: For your listening and viewing pleasure if you desire:

Seven Psalms - Paul Simon

The End of The Line - Traveling Wilburys
https://youtu.be/UMVjToYOjbM



admg


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Thursday, June 1, 2023

The Mystic and the Giving Tree


"You don't choose a life ,dad, you live it" 
- The Way , Movie  ( Emilio Estevez/ Martin Sheen)

"And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make." - Lennon/McCartney


"I desire mercy , not sacrifice" - Matt 9:13



                                                                    

                                                                      The Giving Tree


                     Click link for video Reading of the Book "The Giving Tree" - S. Silverstein 

                                                           https://youtu.be/HgDWvLOodHw


"A tree gives glory to God by being a tree.For in being what God means it to be it is obeying [God]. It 'consents,'so to speak , to [God's] creative love. It is expressing idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God, and therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree."

- Thomas Merton New Seeds of Contemplation


The Inspiration :

Sometimes there can be the most simple book , the sweetest song or a

pleasant poignant poem that echo the most profound messages found 

in the great innocence of children's voices fueling that eternal spark

that will never succumb to the darkness in the world. They 

are all the source of sanctifying grace and the inspiration that

 transcends time. Often the message is most obvious for the ears 

who hear and it is seen with eyes closed, even in a child's 

book about trees .

 

The Writing:

The Mystic and the Giving Tree

The aged wrinkled wise ascetic 

Desert monk contemplated without shelter from the storm

Just on the outskirts of Nag Hammadi.

Sitting on the roadside , legs crossed , whispering what passers-by

Considered a soft mantra repeated over and over

And over. No beginning, no ending. 

Pilgrims making their Camino

With no Compostela or scallops pointing the path,

Retreat on their sojourn , sitting ,seeing , listening and waiting in wonder ,

Was this recluse lama mumbling gibberish quietly imparting a convoluted fable

or was it some Joycean emotion of a Homeric epic poem 

About the meaning  and rights of passage?

In-between the solo mystic's faint breaths 

The words flow like a river smoothing the stones

That were once rough edged pebbles cast to the water.

The stone's ripples reach out to kiss the shore and

Disappear into the great sea of mercy.


Transcribing the sounds this pilgrim filled the virgin pages

Of rugged worn journal, what he believed he heard. and observed.


"Loaves and fishes comes to mind.

The pilgrims fed, nourished and nurtured with no concern

About the seekers' depth or lack of faith wisdom , ignorance or conviction.

It was more than words they ate up."


The monk spoke:

"Release control and surrender to the flow of love.

The wounded healer will be healed.

Loving with desire for reward or receiving abundant 

Love in return is not real love.

Ignorance and indifference erode hope

As they fuel avarice and narcissism.

Be like all of Mother Nature... especially the trees,

Be authentic , be true to your be-ing and purpose. 

Be thankful as we have enough trees and stars 

To teach and inspire us."

- JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness. It knocks on the doors

 of the heart and the heart opens" - Mirabai Starr


" To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.'

- Wm. Blake


Miracles

Why , who makes such a miracle?

As to me , I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan

Or dart my sight over there roofs of houses toward the sky.

Or wade with naked fee along the beach just

in the edge of the water,

or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with anyone I love , or sleep in the 

bed at night with anyone I love.

Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,

Or sit at a table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a

summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds , or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown or the stars

shining so quiet and bright,

or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon

in spring;

These with the Reston in all , are to me miracles,

The whole referring , yet each distinct and in the place.


To me every hour the light and dark is a miracle.

Every cubic inch space is a miracle.

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is

spread with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.


To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim-the rocks- the motion of the 

waves- that ships with the men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

- Walt Whitman

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The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

I Release Control - Alexa Sunshine Rose
(Thanks Barry for the inspiration)


I still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2 

Days Like This - Van Morrison
https://youtu.be/3UUWkr4FUlo



Coda: For your listening and viewing pleasure if you desire:
Here are a couple of random bits and pieces - consider them
kindling for the fire.

Not Dead Yet - Lord Huron
Banshees of Inisherin - Movie ( Nice and/or Music, art and poetry- legacy?)
https://youtu.be/a0RBIOxpco8

The Mission - The movie ( 1 Corintians 13)
https://youtu.be/dmUxkdTZY18

Mission: The Movie-  On Earth as it is in Heaven
(This blog's creator was asked to contemplate to this music
while on an eight day in silence. It's serenity and illuminating beauty
lives on )

Silence - The Movie 
( an interesting exchange- watch to the last line)

The Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov
(Sometimes we need just a simple smooth sounding song)
https://youtu.be/AqyAmmEkVvI

Yesterday -The Movie (spoiler alert! )
Meeting John Lennon - 
[Happiness = Success/Fight for what you believe in]

 6/16  51 years



amdg


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Happy Birthday Eugene...














Sunday, April 30, 2023

Sanctuary and Sacred Spaces

 


"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

        "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them 
will fall to the ground apart from your Father"
- Matt 10:29

"He not busy being born is busy dying"
- Bob Dylan

The Inspiration :

In 2023 from the ending of March to the second week of April 

many of the wayward sentient pilgrims celebrated the holy days of Ramadan , 

Passover , Good Friday and Easter . These mystical consecrated days

included the celebration and onset of mother earth's own resurrection 

season . One particular sign of the oncoming transformation for one pilgrim

was the appearance of a Sparrow's nest with eggs comfortably 

sitting in a wreath on the front door of his home.( pictured above)

As he silently slipped secretly to secure a picture of the sanctified moment 

the mother Sparrow caught the pilgrim's eye staring him down as if

 to say "This is 'sacred space.This is my home" and she took flight

diverting the human away from her nest and chicks waiting to hatch. 

Within three days of that holy event visiting the front door nest the seeker 

dutifully wandered to the local Quaker Meeting House. After a a short 

period of sitting in sinful silence his spirit felt compelled 

to witness about the incident with the Sparrow .

Without notice another spirit filled member of the congregation

spoke softly how her heart was open to the fact that everything everywhere

is a sacred space - a Holy Home. Surprises sometimes spark a rekindling

of that dormant flame within.

The pilgrim was wakened to how amnesia and being tethered 

to the world can be quite distracting from the truth.


The Writing:

Sanctuary and Sacred Spaces

How is it that you fall with clown-like ease from the present

To the next moment , the here and now , 

In the blink on an eye?

These waves you sail, the paths you walk, with

The birds that sing in hallelujah 

 - all trying to proclaim that

The promised land , just might be the hallowed safe harbor

You have been screaming for in the dark of the night.

The proverbial insane sea sickness consumes some

Solo sojourning sailors seeking solace.

Yet, in the distant horizon shines a light 

Becoming brighter and brighter as

Breaths are counted and the cold

Sweat meanders down your weary worn face.

Hands dip deeper into the frayed

Lint filled holed pockets

Grabbing for one last smoke 

While magically a parting shot of sacramental bourbon

Reaches your parched lips.

Your soul wonders why 

You are not holding one

Who loves without demand.

Like the wind blowing in from an unknown source,

It is the nourishing unconditional arrival of April rain that

Quenches those most parched and present 

With that thirst for sanctuary and sacred space;

The ever persistent mystical consolation.

"Now" is resurrected , the exalted awakening

Of the sweetest concord , the great consecration,

In every aspect of creation and experience.


                       - JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness. It knocks on the doors

 of the heart and the heart opens" - Mirabai Starr


" To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.'

- Wm. Blake

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Gratitude

- Gary Snyder ( After a Mohawk Prayer)

[Read by a member the same day 

as the witness was made about sacred spaces]


Gratitude to Mother Earth, sailing through night and day

   and to her soil, rich , rare, and sweet

    in our minds so be it


Gratitude plants, the sun-facing light-changing leaf

   the fine root hairs, standing still through wind

   and rain , their dance is in the flowing grain

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Air, bearing the Swift and the silent

   Owl at dawn, breath of our song

   clear spirit breeze

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Wild Beings, our brothers and sisters

   teaching secrets, freedoms and ways

   self-complete , brave, and aware

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Water, clouds, lakes, rivers, glaciers

   holding or releasing, streaming through all

   our bodies salty seas

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to the Sun, blinding pulsing light through

   trunks of trees, through mists, warming caves where

   bears and snakes sleep -- he who wakes us ---

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to the Great Sky

   who holds billions of stars--and goes yet beyond that

   beyond all powers and thoughts and yet is within us ---

   Grandfather space

   The Mind is his Wife

   so be it

----

Carrying The Songs

for Triona and Maighread Ni Domhnail

"Those in power write the history , those who suffer write the songs. "

(Frank Harte)


It was always those with little else to carry

who carried the songs

to Babylon

to the Mississippi ---

some of these last possessed less than nothing

did not own their own bodies

yet, three centuries later,

deep rhythms from Africa,

store in their hearts, their bones,

carry the world's songs.


For those who left my country,

girls from Downings and the Rosses

who followed herring boats north to Shetland

gutting the sea's silver as they went

or boys from Ranafast and Horn Head

who took the Derry boat,

who slept over a rope in a bothy

songs were their soul's currency

the pure metal of their hearts,


to be exchanged for other gold,

other songs which rang out true and bright

when flung down

upon the deal boards of their days

- Moya Cannon


The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Invisible - Bono and The Edge from U2 with friends
(" I'm more than you know ...my body and my soul...
There is no them - there's only us...")
https://youtu.be/HqqDExc8TF4

Learn to Be Still - The Eagles
(.. There are many contradictions 
In these messages we send
Maybe you've forgotten
Heaven lying at your feet
...learn to be still)
https://youtu.be/qj3H9CJCrY8

Sailing - Christopher Cross
(...Well, it's not far down to paradise
At least not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find tranquility...)
The Pilgrim's sailboats have been named
Bown Eyed Lady , Muzyka and The Ascent
https://youtu.be/3KG74xOhXHI


Bonus tracks for your listening pleasure if you desire:

Just The Motion - Linda and Richard Thompson
(Oh the motion won't leave you,
won't let you remain don't worry
It's a restless wind and a sleepless rain, don't worry
'Cause under the ocean at the bottom of the sea
You can't hear the storm, it's as peaceful as can be
It's just the motion, it's just the motion.)

The Parting Glass - Glen Hansard ( Trad Irish Folk song)
( Of all the money I have spent in good company...
and to all the comrades I have had...
fill and raise a glass ...good night and joy be with you all.)




amdg


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Friday, March 31, 2023

Canticle: The Unravelling

A Video Intro

Canticle
                                                             https://youtu.be/3JS6YT2_jDo

 And Then he drifted about- two nights, two days

---driven

By the surging waves , and heart looked

destruction

   straight in the face.

But when the Dawn with her lovely braids brought

   the third day into the world

The wind died down and a calm , clear and still,

descended.

 - The Odyssey , Homer ( Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn)


The Inspiration :

( In Remembrance of  all the children - who have tragically suffered injury and death 

 because of gun violence, especially those who were supposed to be safe in our schools...

.... and their families)


The Writing:

( There are no real words of understanding or true consolation. )


Canticle: The Unravelling


He said "You have your religion

And I have mine.

I'm praying really hard

And we're running out of time.


You say you're looking ahead

And me deep within,

Neither knowing how to let go

Or where we should begin."


The canons and dogma imprecise

The lines have been drawn 

No peace or rest in paradise 

Thoughts and prayers and no resolve for 6 more gone.... 


CODA:

[Did not the teacher chastise those who 

place the innocents in harms way?

What is the greatest love one can give another?

Where will the children play? ]

- JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

( Poetry etc Reflections on the inspiration)

The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry ( G. Keillor)

https://youtu.be/hPKRdZ2RBPw

The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

On the Turning Away - Virginia Gentlemen  Choir
           https://youtu.be/oAkHkgAZq0o

Who Will Speak - M. Haugen
https://youtu.be/7cfBWjltR0A

Where Will The Children Play - Yusuf (Cat Stevens)
https://youtu.be/FXRS968i_H8

One - U2 ( Songs of Surrender)
https://youtu.be/-9P-S7gBess


For your meditation if you desire:

Singing Bowl
https://youtu.be/HQ4LE2B96Is




amdg


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Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Of Mornings , Breaking Waves and Purpose

  
There's a reason we are drawn

to gazing at the ocean.

It is said the ocean provides

a closer reflection of who

we are than any mirror.

- R. Rubin



I want to run, I want to hide

I want to tear down the walls

That hold me inside.

- Where the Streets have No Name, U2


The Inspiration :

( There is something to be said when one is present to breaking 

waves especially on the beach at dawn.)


The Writing:

(Sometimes an inspiration surfaces from the most unusual and surprising

events and situations. Sometimes it is the sun peaking over the horizon

casting its glow across the waves, or a chorus in a song or line in a poem.

Sometimes some unexplainable presence casts a light making the darkness

less intimidating if not neutralizing it altogether. )


Of Mornings, Breaking Waves and Purpose


Isn't it enough that we have the sea,

The sand, the shore and the eternal sanctuary 

Where the soul can be perfectly present?

The dramatic arrival of that consecrating illumination

Brings light, color and consolation to the exterior and

Interior without prejudice. 

How are we surprised by the sanctification,

The soul - filled serenity always available ,

Where no cover and no minimum charges are required?

The self imposed busy-ness keeps us distracted

And fooled just long enough to think we 

Just might be in control enough to give birth 

To a great universal cosmic peace within and without.

Shamans indicate that infants and children

Know the secret and even maybe some like minded 

spirits will also know the essence of the truth.

What is it that fuels the spark

Initiating our hearts to pump and circulate

The life giving force through the 60,000 miles

Of superhighway blood vessels?

And, who planted those magical thoughts 

Finally flowing seeping words into the space

Between us or between the lines on some virgin journal

Awaiting patiently to be filled with

Wisdom , hope , love and gratitude?

What is it that causes silence to

Transform tones in music?

Where is that magnificent warehouse of creativity

That inspires a tortured artist to carve stone

Or wood into iconic statues or mix chemical pastes painting

The colors of the universe into waterlilies on canvas?

Gamblers, no matter their motivation,

Know why they show up everyday.

Hungry sailors and shipwrecked souls sometimes have that sixth sense

About the tides and the waves.

Time will tell , that unknown source of the wind

And the holy point of the coastal hills and 

Their sister sacramental dunes, uncovering the absoluteness of the truth.

Hissing rolling surf washes away footprints

Of beach combing wanderers , seekers and sandpipers .

Pilgrim reflections of sacred instances when 

The morning light shinning on the breaking waves 

Lifted the fog clarifying 

That the purpose for us is not to make a living...

It is letting go and letting our life be who we are ...

That is our purpose.

              - JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

( Poetry etc Reflections on the inspiration)


Equanimity means profound

stability, like trees planted by the water

That shall not be moved.

That's the fierce equanimity that

Comes from an open heart, open 

mind, and a clear direction of our energy

toward changing the direct

trajectory of history. 

- L. Ward , Awakening to the Apocalypse


Why I wake early - M. Oliver

https://youtu.be/R4O_QcpJlzc

"For Whatever we lose

( like a you or a me )

It's always ourselves

We Find in the sea."

- e e cummings


The Music:
(Musical reflections on the inspiration)


Morning - Beck

Not Dead yet - Lord Huron


Daylight - Watchhouse ( Formerly Mandolin Orange)

Time Will Tell - Gregory Alan Isakov

Pacing The Cage - B. Cochburn
https://youtu.be/mlnJs4WpUjc


Every Breaking Wave - U2
https://youtu.be/BdVIJNnzNQc

Heaven/Where True Love Goes- Cat Stevens ( Jusuf)







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Tuesday, January 31, 2023

A California Reunion


"Remembrance is a form of Meeting"

- Kahil Gibran

"We are not Human Beings with a spiritual experience, but 

spiritual beings with a human experience"

- Pierre Teilhard Chardin


The Inspiration :

(Over 100 family members and friends gathered in Northern California's 

wine country to honor, remember and celebrate the life of the pilgrim's

sister's husband who had recently passed to the other side.)


A venerated teacher iterated , it is said that a Buddhist story

explains the probability of our incarnation as a human being on

this earth at this time and place is something like one life

preserver being tossed randomly into the ocean. There is one

turtle in the great expanse of the global ocean swimming somewhere 

underneath the water. The probability that we come into this world 

is the same as this one particular turtle sticking its head out

of the water...and in that specific moment its head peaks through 

the hole in that one random life preserver in just one try. Some social

scientist calculated that the odds of any one being becoming a 

real thing ( real life) is 1 in 400 million.

The patient pilgrim pondered,"If all creation is not a miracle

I don't know what is. This vessel may end its earthly journey but

the essence of the spirit in everything is not finished as a new 

journey begins."


The Writing:

(A personal reflection inspired by this post's theme)


A California Reunion

What is that flame,. that light

That Mystical source that draws searching souls,

Abandoning their daily passage to gather,

Reuniting in compassion and empathy?

How is it that in one fleeting urgent moment

The baggage of their journey

Is left behind with no regrets or hard feelings?

How strong is that desire for healing

The broken hearts of fellow travelers?

The pilgrim and two offspring converged

In the land of Jacks Dharma Bums' ghosts,

California stars, joining

The great pilgrimage to be where

Mindfulness is the practice of

Redemption and gratitude becoming

The "Holy Communion."

Rivers of tears flow like sacramental wine.

The unwavering torrential rains 

Came to a hard stop without notice,

Giving rebirth to a divine virgin blue sky

Making way for the great gleam.

Witness the true Beautiful Day.

The Tower of Song of the mask free sojourners'

Overflowing hearts sang out

As one unified voice of a singular solemn

Angelic choir filling the sanctuary

Serenely settled on the secret banks 

Of the Russian River, one or two puffs

South of the Emerald Triangle

Guarded by the glorious green mountainous grandeur.

Rhythms of the Chicago Blues reverberate

From within this chapel of untethered celebration

With the same DNA heard in the most holy arias.

Higher and Higher, cowboy lamentations,

Palomas and fries nourish 

The thirsty and hungry hearted congregation.

It is on the sacred ground , leaving behind the world,

Where the one sublime transformational moment

Of the authentic consecrating unconditional love

Washes down every aspect of the universe,

Leaving all to kneel in the deepest chamber

Of their hearts with humility to the light.

- JF Sobecki


The Poems:

( Poetry Reflections on the inspiration)


Where Many Rivers Meet

All the water below came from above

All the clouds living in the mountains

gave it to the rivers

who gave it to the sea, which is their dying.


And so I float on the cloud become water

central sea surrounded by white mountains,

the water salt, once fresh

cloud fall and steam , tree root and tide bank

leading to the river' mouths

and the mouth of the rivers sing to the sea,

the stories buried in the mountains

give out to the sea

and the sea remembers

and sings back 

from the depths

where nothing is forgotten.

- David Whyte


The Holy Longing - Goethe ( From the Favorite Poem Project)

https://youtu.be/8YWoOj5mJMo

Song of Myself - W. Whitman ( From the Favorite Poem Project)
https://youtu.be/hPLHVQpm1JA

For The Children - Gary Snyder



The Music:
(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Transcendental Reunion - Mary Chapin Carpenter
https://youtu.be/1GUFJquA6bc

Heavenly Father - Bon Iver
https://youtu.be/vAoADCSpD-8

Live Forever - Drew Holcombe
https://youtu.be/ntbNQk2Tk7Q

Wash Me Down - Jim Cuddy
https://youtu.be/V6KxemuVYMU

Windfall - Son Volt
https://youtu.be/f1XrTzVzbJY

California Stars - Wilco


Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen (w U2)
https://youtu.be/OpLBtWG3JR4

No Hard Feelings - The Avett Brothers
https://youtu.be/aaU2HvRhCPw

Seasons of Love - Rent
https://youtu.be/UvyHuse6buY


Coda:

A Time to Say Goodbye - Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman
https://youtu.be/4L_yCwFD6Jo


Remembering:

R.I.P. and Music,Skip !
                                                             















Marybeth Lifting or Spirits Higher

https://youtu.be/k9aDOGoPvW8

Tbird and a Redhead - Jimmy Smith Band ( Skip on Harp)

https://youtu.be/LY2BP6IoRwg



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