MIRRORS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
File opened 3/8/96
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A LAMB AT ONE WITH THE WORLD
ALL
IS GIVEN TO EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR FAITH
ALL THINGS RADIANT
A MORNING MEDITATION ON ISAIAH
A NEW WORLD
AS A PEARL IN A FLAME
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CHRIST'S ROCK OF THE WIND
COMMENTS TO THOSE ON THE OUTSIDE
LOOKING IN AND CATAGORIZING
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DOWN, IN THE BASEMENT OF THINGS
DOWN IN THE RADIANT ROOTS
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EXCLAMATIONS
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I DON'T REMEMBER
IF I SHOULD ASK TO KISS THE WIND
I WOULD BE A POLLY WOG IN A SILVER SEA
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LONGING TO HEAR THAT TRUE SONG
LOST AND FOUND
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MY TRUTH
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QUESTIONS FOR LAMBS IN THEIR DREAMS
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REGARDING THE LAST AND BEST REFUGE FROM GOD
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SWIMMING THROUGH THE EYES OF THE HEART
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THE HELPERS OF PRAYER
THE REALIZED MEANING OF SALVATION
THERE IS A TINY, SPACELESS SPACE
DOWN IN THE DEPTHS THE SOUL
THERE IS MUSIC IN THE SPIRIT OF GOD
THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER (30 meditations)
THE UNUTTERABLE SEEKS US
THIS POETRY IS NOT YOU
THIS SIMPLE VISION
THOSE WHO KNOW, DRINK LUMINESENT STREAMS
TO LIVE
TO SEEK THE BEAUTY OF GOD
TWO SIDES
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UPON A MYSTERIOUS WEAVING
OF FANCY AND TRUTH
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WE
ARE MIRRORS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
WE MUST WORK IN THE HEART
WHO IS TEACHING THIS THING WRONGLY?
I. WHY GOD DOESN'T HAVE A NAME
II. WHY
GOD HAS A NAME
WORDS CAN BE KNIVES
LAST POEM IN FILE: THE
SPIRIT OF PRAYER
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THE POEMS:
WE ARE MIRRORS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
We are mirrors of consciousness.
When our mirrors are clean
we reflect the hidden light
of the Holy.
Have I said it too plainly
for poetry?
THE UNUTTERABLE SEEKS US
In prayer
we appear before God.
Our imagination,
fluid in prayer,
conjures images:
similitudes
of
the divine.
Prayer-born images
overflow into deeds.
Through us,
the unutterable
seeks incarnation.
THE HELPERS OF PRAYER
Along the desert of the sky
wheels the seeing spirits.
Faint, and far away
they
seem... yet raging in God
louder than the sun!
My prayer burns in their midst,
the natural center
of their circumference,
though I am unaware
and feel as if
my words had merely melted
as snow within a molten light
of nothingness.
Off they silently roar,
wheels whirling within wheels,
with the fragile flame of my prayer
held within like the holy,
they
fly boldly,
flames melting into the Flame.
CHRIST'S ROCK OF THE WIND
Dig down to Christ's rock of the wind
and open its treasury.
There, words were born...
and there,
words are reborn as you
in essences.
TO SEEK THE BEAUTY OF GOD
To seek the beauty of God
is to be linked to the minds
of angels
and deathless holy
human souls
who have passed through
to express glory as their delight
--being the purpose of the heavens.
In the creative
fulgent of God
all becomes creative.
And what is made?
A certainty of blend:
beauty working compassion
and
compassion birthing beauty.
And poured to earth through Heaven's
silent glass,
this is the full, redemptive
miracle that transforms us.
A MORNING MEDITATION ON ISAIAH
"And God will be our beauty!"
The prophet said it.
"God our
everlasting light!"
No more oppression, nor grief.
What a wild dream of hope!
Our inner being swathed with glory:
washed through, flushed out,
clean and free!
God the harmony of our minds;
God the image birther,
the pure drop,
the full, loving
emotion,
the river of knowing
--the great adventure!
And all people will be flowing
in deathless Life...
What
a place to be alive!
Earth, a vast community of song:
busy with God-sung beauty makers,
compassionate care-givers,
celebrators of each
and all.
Neighbor sharing love
and sustenance with neighbor
and receiving the same again.
Gifts of love binding
soul to soul in love's freedoms!
It seems so simple,
so profoundly sane.
Just a slight shift
from our tiny cauldrons
of anguish and anger.
Just a little dying
to the dark and light
illusions of our selves.
I. WHY GOD DOESN'T HAVE A NAME
Does a glittering sapphire
need the word, "light,"
or "beauty"
inscribed upon it?
Would you write
black
letters on a ruby
saying "Oh wondrous fire?
or on a perfect pearl
would you write
"lucid moon,"
or "silver cloud of the sea?"
The metaphor fails.
Just gaze for a while
intently at a jewel.
To feel the essence of it
is to adore;
to
adore is to know
and savor it
with your mind and heart.
II. WHY GOD HAS A NAME
Soul needs names.
Words convey essences
to those who are word-wise,
who eat words
like hot bread,
who drink them
like bitter glacier water