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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Aqua Poetica (Water; Am I) Parts I - IXX

Aqua Poetica – Parts I - IXX

I
Water

It is a sentence all by itself
Subject, verb and predicate
Water is the stuff of life
Water, Am I

Water

II
Water

Held together in a fragile web
Of membranes, of cell walls
Permeable tissues, some hard
As dense as bone, others soft
As malleable as the wetted
Tongue
Water is me

Water

III
Water

Two gasses; oxygen,
Hydrogen, elements
Bonded in the valence
The weak electro-link
A current, the energy
Forming the template
Of life’s first moment

Water

IV
Water

The crèche within which
Our carbon atoms nest
Metamorphosis…they respire
Become bacteria, and breathe
In water, amoeba, and later
Much later…become we
Creatures, all animated
Appetites, and moving desires

Water

V
Water

Without which I am nothing
It defines the extent of me
The parameters of my being
I mean this literally, technically
I take up more and less space
Physically, in direct proportion to
How much water I carry inside of me
My body’s water tells the tale
I plump up as I retain it, and
I wither when it evaporates

Water

VI
Water

Healthy when balanced
When well measured it flows
It defines the extent of me, of us
The limits of the flesh, yes
And of where the flesh may go
I cannot live far from it
No human can, neither grass,
Nor tree, not a flower
Or fungus either

Water

VII
Water

Some living things are immersed in it
No form of life can live apart from it
That we know of
Every eco-system is formed by it
On our world
Every social-system as well
From the insignificant Bacterium
To us…the word weaving, world
Wandering Homo Sapiens Sapient

Water

VIII
Water

There will have to be water
When we fly upward, outward
Fly to the moon, to Mars
We will carry water with us
When we journey to the stars

Water

IX
Water

From spring through autumn
I water, my garden every day
From the same pipe I draw
Water to clean, cook, drink
Water my body, warm shower
Water, falling from the spigot
Like the summer rain

Water

X
Water

My city provides it
Meters my use of it
An endless supply
Of water, I could fill
Pools with water
It costs almost nothing

Minneapolis is a city of
Water, of lakes, streams
Rivers, we are rich with
Water, fat with water, wet
Green, and blue, like jewels
Scattered on the plains
In the wake of glaciers
Melting in retreat

Water

XI
Water

Three hundred thousand people
Living in Minneapolis, drawing
Water for houses, and gardens
Businesses and parks, drawing
Water from the Mississippi
The river, connecting everyone
In a network of pipes, of channels
Carrying water, in pipes under
Pressure, a maze of pipes so vast
No Minotaur could have devised it
So complex, no Theseus navigate
The clear clean

Water

XII
Water

There are thousands of communities
Billions of people Who could never
Imagine such plenty, or abundance
Of water, where a single well, faucet
Supplies hundreds of homes with
Water, where the people carry their
Daily supply Of water, mile after
Back-breaking mile, and the calories
Spent in a day, spent hauling water
Is greater than the number they eat
The struggle for water is killing them
Slowly, inexorably shortening their lives
Even as it gives them a few more days

Water

XIII
Water

My community has so much
We consume it anonymously
Without stopping to think about
Our neighbors, how they use
Water, unless we cross paths
With their sprinklers, splashing
In their gardens, mechanically
Watering their shrubs, and vines
Watering trees, and lawns
Their beds of flowers

Water

XIV
Water

Starved communities live
At the source of water
All consumption is public
Everybody is known
Who comes to the source
Of water, there is no anonymity
Their sources of water are
Precious, water is protected
Guarded in person, by custom
Water rights by law, and rites
By taboo

Water

XV
Water

Life and death both
Hover over water
The vital necessity
Water hole, well water
The sacred obligation
It shapes the world
Society, in dry places
The tribes that control
Water, possesses power
The force of water
More than religion
Greater than gold
Water is true wealth
Life, and death without

Water

XVI
Water

With water we prepare ourselves
For the ritual encounter with God
Muslims, wash before entering
The mosque for daily prayers
Christians wash, in baptism where
The Spirit of grace is conferred
The new creation is made in water
Formed like a child in the womb
Rituals as deep as the well of
Ancestral histories, the deep
Where sleeps, Leviathan

Water

XVII
Water

There are forty-two references
In the Christian gospels
Each in its way speaks of water
As an encounter with God

Water

XVIII
Water

Water is the medium
Through which we humans
Connect with the divine
By which we define
A relationship to the sacred

Water is the good
Seeking the low
Lower than any other

The Hindu imagines
The human soul, Atman
A drop of water, distinct
Coming into individuality
Flying, in its time free
From the crest of a wave
A water droplet soaring
In space, falling water
Returns to the eternal
Ocean, Brachma
Infinite source of all-being

Water

IXX
Water

Meditate on it, breath
Deep water, without end
A plane of still water
Water rising within you
Surrounding you
Filling your vision, with water
Water…without ripple
Water…without wave
Water…undisturbed
Calm water, perfect and serene
Water, the mirror of the soul
Quell the swelling waves


Water

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Water; Am I (Aqua Poetica) Part IXX

Water, Am I
(Aqua Poetica)

Water

Meditate on it, breath
Deep water, without end
A plane of still water
Water rising within you
Surrounding you
Filling your vision, with water
Water…without ripple
Water…without wave
Water…undisturbed
Calm water, perfect and serene
Water, the mirror of the soul
Quell the swelling waves

Water

p.19 – Aqua Poetica


Sunday, August 28, 2016

A Homily – The Gospel of Luke 14:1 & 7 - 14 ©

The Gospel of the Day – 2016.08.28

The Place of Honor

On a sabbath day Jesus had gone for a meal to the house of one of the leading Pharisees; and they watched him closely. He then told the guests a parable, because he had noticed how they picked the places of honour. He said this, ‘When someone invites you to a wedding feast, do not take your seat in the place of honour. A more distinguished person than you may have been invited, and the person who invited you both may come and say, “Give up your place to this man.” And then, to your embarrassment, you would have to go and take the lowest place. No; when you are a guest, make your way to the lowest place and sit there, so that, when your host comes, he may say, “My friend, move up higher.” In that way, everyone with you at the table will see you honoured. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and the man who humbles himself will be exalted.’
  
Then he said to his host, ‘When you give a lunch or a dinner, do not ask your friends, brothers, relations or rich neighbours, for fear they repay your courtesy by inviting you in return. No; when you have a party, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; that they cannot pay you back means that you are fortunate, because repayment will be made to you when the virtuous rise again.’

(NJB)

Service to God

Remember yourself, you too are a sinner. No matter how great you think you are, or how virtuous and humble, how pious; you are sinner.

Be patient with others, and mindful of this at all times. Be watchful for the opportunities that come your way to serve others. Behold the stranger, the alien, the poor, the diseased, the criminal, the threat; behold them, and see the divinity that lies within them, the seed of the word of God that animates them. Yield to their divinity with a contrite heart, asking forgiveness for all of the pain and the hurt you have caused.

This is the way of God.


22nd Sunday in Ordinary Time

Saturday, August 27, 2016

May You Live in Interesting Times ~ Ancient Curse Part Three

Editorial, The Week in Review – Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
08.27.2016

May You Live in Interesting Times ~ Ancient Curse

Part Three

The Associated Press put out a story this week; insinuating that former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton gave special access to people who were donors to charitable foundations her family had started.

It blew up on the air waves for a day or so, and then went up in a puff of “Mehh…” because there was no evidence of wrongdoing, criminality, ethics violations, or anything else, just bad politics, and not the kind of bad politics that hurts people. No one was suggesting that the Clinton Foundation, or the Clinton Global Initiative do bad work. They are well respected around the world. It was just bad politics in the sense that it created a bad public image for the Democratic Party’s nominee. It made for bad PR.

It was ridiculous.

In the meantime; Senator Bernie Sanders got together with the political action group he is attempting to organize in the wake of his failed bed for the Democratic Party’s nomination. The group is called Our Revolution, it is intended to harness the political power of Bernie Sanders’ supporters to help elect progressive candidates down ballot, and into local offices.

Bernie hoped to organize TV parties nation-wide, with millions of viewers in attendance. He intended to encourage them to pull together, even as they were falling apart over questions of leadership, in-fighting, and who would control the agenda.

For all of you ultra-left progressives who are still smarting over the fact that your guy lost; be happy that he did. The soft implosion of his Our Revolution organization is exactly what would have happened to any organization he tried to put together if he had won. Political actors on the far left, those who are always trying to push us toward a third party, toward a Green party, a Jill Stein, a Ralph Nader; they are by their nature, quitters. When they lose a bid for something they throw their hands up in protest and quit. They have all quit on Bernie now, and they would have quit at the first sign of anything that was not indicative of their getting their way. The virtue of partisanship is sticktoitivness. Hang together, through thick and thin, preserve your strength and energy for the win.

Donald Trump; the T-Rump this week reorganized his campaign and threw in with the right wing extremists of Britebart News. White supremecists, neo-nazis, the Ku Klux Klan; while out of the otherside of his mouth he began calling HRC a bigot.

The campaign is deteriorating into a celebration of the bizarre.      


Friday, August 26, 2016

Emergence: Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-two, Abnegation, Collected Chapters



Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter One: Penalty
Pt. 32, Ch. 01
In time he was discovered; entering the experiences of others, a taboo none thought could be crossed. He was jailed.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Two: Release
Pt. 32, Ch. 02
The Collective recognized his uniqueness; took responsibility for abandoning him after he had awoken, and freed him.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Three: Nothing
Pt. 32, Ch. 03
Before The Collective gave judgement, he was isolated; sequestered, cut off. There was silence, darkness, emptiness.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Four: Peace  
Pt. 32, Ch. 04
In isolation he had time to contemplate; to examine his conscience, to come to terms with himself, and find purpose.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Five: Freedom
Pt. 32, Ch. 05
Untethered from the collective, from the pressure of its passions, the fears slumbering within it; he found himself.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Six: Purpose   
Pt. 32, Pt. 06
In isolation he found purpose; a desire to remember, understand, experience real-life, and to destroy the Continuum.
#Emergence

Abnegation; Part Thirty-two,
Chapter Seven: Destruction

Pt. 32, Ch. 07
Jim came to himself, by abandoning the Collective; in the same way as he had learned to come out of the great sleep.
#Emergence

Emergence:
Section Five, 92835670100561474
Abnegation; Part Thirty-two
Collected Chapters
Section 05, 92835670100561474
Part 32, Abnegation
Chapters
01 Penalty
02 Release
03 Nothing
04 Peace
05 Freedom
06 Purpose
07 Destruction
#Emergence
#SuperShortFiction
#365SciFi
@jaybotten

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Aqua Poetica (Water; Am I) Parts I - XVIII


I

Water

It is a sentence all by itself
Subject, verb and predicate
Water is the stuff of life
Water, Am I

Water


II


Water

Held together in a fragile web
Of membranes, of cell walls
Permeable tissues, some hard
As dense as bone, others soft
As malleable as the wetted
Tongue
Water is me

Water


III


Water

Two gasses; oxygen,
Hydrogen, elements
Bonded in the valence
The weak electro-link
A current, the energy
Forming the template
Of life’s first moment

Water


IV


Water

The crèche within which
Our carbon atoms nest
Metamorphosis…they respire
Become bacteria, and breathe
In water, amoeba, and later
Much later…become we
Creatures, all animated
Appetites, and moving desires

Water


V


Water

Without which I am nothing
It defines the extent of me
The parameters of my being
I mean this literally, technically
I take up more and less space
Physically, in direct proportion to
How much water I carry inside of me
My body’s water tells the tale
I plump up as I retain it, and
I wither when it evaporates

Water


VI


Water

Healthy when balanced
When well measured it flows
It defines the extent of me, of us
The limits of the flesh, yes
And of where the flesh may go
I cannot live far from it
No human can, neither grass,
Nor tree, not a flower
Or fungus either

Water


VII


Water

Some living things are immersed in it
No form of life can live apart from it
That we know of
Every eco-system is formed by it
On our world
Every social-system as well
From the insignificant Bacterium
To us…the word weaving, world
Wandering Homo Sapiens Sapient

Water


VIII


Water

There will have to be water
When we fly upward, outward
Fly to the moon, to Mars
We will carry water with us
When we journey to the stars

Water


IX


Water

From spring through autumn
I water, my garden every day
From the same pipe I draw
Water to clean, cook, drink
Water my body, warm shower
Water, falling from the spigot
Like the summer rain

Water


X


Water

My city provides it
Meters my use of it
An endless supply
Of water, I could fill
Pools with water
It costs almost nothing

Minneapolis is a city of
Water, of lakes, streams
Rivers, we are rich with
Water, fat with water, wet
Green, and blue, like jewels
Scattered on the plains
In the wake of glaciers
Melting in retreat

Water


XI


Water

Three hundred thousand people
Living in Minneapolis, drawing
Water for houses, and gardens
Businesses and parks, drawing
Water from the Mississippi
The river, connecting everyone
In a network of pipes, of channels
Carrying water, in pipes under
Pressure, a maze of pipes so vast
No Minotaur could have devised it
So complex, no Theseus navigate
The clear clean

Water


XII

Water

There are thousands of communities
Billions of people Who could never
Imagine such plenty, or abundance
Of water, where a single well, faucet
Supplies hundreds of homes with
Water, where the people carry their
Daily supply Of water, mile after
Back-breaking mile, and the calories
Spent in a day, spent hauling water
Is greater than the number they eat
The struggle for water is killing them
Slowly, inexorably shortening their lives
Even as it gives them a few more days

Water


XIII


Water

My community has so much
We consume it anonymously
Without stopping to think about
Our neighbors, how they use
Water, unless we cross paths
With their sprinklers, splashing
In their gardens, mechanically
Watering their shrubs, and vines
Watering trees, and lawns
Their beds of flowers

Water


XIV


Water

Starved communities live
At the source of water
All consumption is public
Everybody is known
Who comes to the source
Of water, there is no anonymity
Their sources of water are
Precious, water is protected
Guarded in person, by custom
Water rights by law, and rites
By taboo

Water


XV


Water

Life and death both
Hover over water
The vital necessity
Water hole, well water
The sacred obligation
It shapes the world
Society, in dry places
The tribes that control
Water, possesses power
The force of water
More than religion
Greater than gold
Water is true wealth
Life, and death without

Water


XVI


Water

With water we prepare ourselves
For the ritual encounter with God
Muslims, wash before entering
The mosque for daily prayers
Christians wash, in baptism where
The Spirit of grace is conferred
The new creation is made in water
Formed like a child in the womb
Rituals as deep as the well of
Ancestral histories, the deep
Where sleeps, Leviathan

Water


XVII


Water

There are forty-two references
In the Christian gospels
Each in its way speaks of water
As an encounter with God

Water


XVIII


Water

Water is the medium
Through which we humans
Connect with the divine
By which we define
A relationship to the sacred

Water is the good
Seeking the low
Lower than any other

The Hindu imagines
The human soul, Atman
A drop of water, distinct
Coming into individuality
Flying, in its time free
From the crest of a wave
A water droplet soaring
In space, falling water
Returns to the eternal
Ocean, Brachma
Infinite source of all-being

Water