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Showing posts with label Humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humanity. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 4, 2018


Who lit the heavens? Who set the stars in motion, where has the architect gone?

What is this world meant to be, was it meant to be anything?

These questions are plaguing

We step away from the world, into the lucidity of dreams

Falling for fantasy, walking through visions, hoping for justice

There is no relief

We are humanity failing, and falling fast, erratic and confused

Like ghosts on the fringe of the real, slipping into ruin

Into sweet delusion

We only have this one planet, Earth, scarred and bleeding

Spinning round in smoke and fumes, devouring the future

We have forsaken it

We poisoned the grail, and set the garden on fire just to watch it burn
We set our feet to wandering, go to make our beds in the wild

Ashes falling from the heavens

Tuesday, November 13, 2018


Our suffering world, turning in the hands of fools
In the grasp of tyrants, clutching

Our suffering world, cracked, bled and bursting
Its treasures stolen from the earth

The people are crying, wandering among ruins
Blinded by despair, to the future

Consumed by greed, confused and ignorant
The people are murmuring

The prophets are speaking, the seas are swelling
The sun scorches, and the earth burns

Starvation and thirst, come for the people
The voiceless people, agonized

Apathy and scorn, no recourse for the victims
Tongues shrivel in blackened mouths

Our suffering world, for humanity’s achievements
Purchased with pain and misery

Our suffering world, its monuments forgotten
Shrines and memorials crumble in the storm

Reduced to nothing, desperation ensuing, trapped
In a nightmare without waking

Global disasters, depravities reoccurring
Sanctified in law

Saturday, April 28, 2018

We Are One

The essential individuality of the human being is not a concept I would try to refute.

We are born as individuals, as unique nodes of consciousness with an individuated perspective concerning the reality of our experience.

This is a fact.

As individuals we are prone to think of ourselves-only, to forget about the rest of the world, or to think of the broader world only in terms of how it may benefit us.

This is problematic.

Being human, we must think of the race, the human-race, in it's entirety, a failing that persists to dog us, as it always has, individuated as we are.

Until now, until my generation came of age, this goal: the goal of “universal awareness” was not conceivable.

Now, telecommunications has effected a change in the world as much and as significantly as the atom bomb in my parents and my grandparent’s time.

My parents were born before either of these technological innovations came.

My grandparents were born before radio, before flight.

According to the Gregorian calendar, in the year nineteen hundred and sixty nine of the Common Era, a human being first set foot on the moon.

I was born in that same year, eighty-nine days earlier.

I grew up with the precise and undeniable knowledge that the world is one place, one tiny-blue spec soaring through the vast universe, together with our little yellow star and our lifeless sister planets.

The universe is my inheritance, absolutely, undeniably and entirely.

It is ours.

The awesome weight of this knowledge is juxtaposed by the sublime and mortifying truth that at any moment it could be taken away from me, from us, denied to my brothers and sisters, denied to humanity, by the fell swoop of nuclear force, by a natural disaster, a volcanic explosion, a collision with an astral body, or by the slow depletion of our natural resources and the steady toxification of the planet.

In the last couple of decades our knowledge of the world has grown immensely.

By destroying, or nearly destroying entire ecological systems, we have come to understand both the fragile-balance of the natural world and our precarious position within it.

Only now, when it appears too late to mitigate the damage we have already done, do we realize that we are killing ourselves with the slow poison of technological ease.

There is a lot of neglect in the world.

Humans are negligent of realizing and accepting responsibility for the most basic issues of life and death in our society, and on our planet.

We are greedy, short-sighted, and self-destructive.

We are fearful of giving up the luxuries we feel we have earned, fearful and negligent of analyzing the consequences of continuing to satiate our appetites without giving any thought to the future.

Know this:

Everyone shares the same inheritance, private property not-withstanding, the world belongs to all of us, regardless of what social conditions or what continent that they were born into, regardless of what creed, what color, or what gender we are, what religion we profess, or how we understand we sexuality, or any of the other minor cultural matters that differentiate us from one another.

As members of the "free-world," the “first-world,” we occupy an undignified position, our opulent life having been purchased by the blood and toil, bought and sold through the suffering of millions who are kept in bondage to economic imperialism, people who are little more than slaves to circumstances they do not comprehend and cannot control, slaves in everything but name, with no power, no rights, and no recourse to justice.

I am a theist. I believe in a God that made enough for everybody.

There is no reason for people to starve, to live in filth, to have no heat or clean water, no access to medicine and dentistry, to not receive an education.

Our beautiful world does not lack the resources to ensure that everyone is provided for. We lack the will to manage our resources properly, this is a human problem, a problem of shortsightedness, ignorance, and greed.

It is the problem of the living, a problem for the here and now.

As individuals we must learn to think of humanity as a complete organism, a collective of individuals, a singular entity.

We are like children in need of maturity.

We are one, humanity is one, and this is our puzzle.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018


I abandoned you
Humanity, I left you
Following the quest

I became the beast
I hunted, I consumed the feast

Ensnared in my dreams

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Contra Dissonanta

There is one reality, its nature is singular.

We are one creation, the living universe.

The uni-verse is.

It is, we are, one word, one story, one saga, one song, one epic poem; all of time and space is one.

It is a story filled with tragedies, but it has a comic end.

We are a singularity.

The rhythm of the universe encompasses all things, all beings.

Its music fills every space.

There is no place where it cannot be heard, felt, calling us to the event horizon, to awareness and transcendence.

The collected voice of humanity, the choir Earth, our movement, is merely a tiny part in the great work that is the opera of creation.

Planet Earth bright and blue, soaring through the Milky Way, is but a dust-mote in the eye of the infinite.

We are small players in the cosmic symphony, and yet, and yet, it would not be the same without us.

If we do not understand who we are, do not understand what role we play, our part in the greater whole, when we raise our voices in song, the music we contribute will be dissonant, arrhythmic, it will be fatal; like a heart attack.

If our perspective is askew, if we cannot hear the true note, if we are self-absorbed and tone deaf, we will not hear the celestial music playing in our heart, we will not raise the harmonious cord.

We will not be able to live in peace, with ourselves or with any other.

Small as we are, our voices have power, we speak with the power of creation. Each and every moment of our lives contributes to the reality of the whole, imbued with the power to re-shape it.

There is no conflict between good and evil, not from the perspective of the good, the infinite and the eternal. There is only movement, from ignorance to understanding, from sorrow to joy, from alienation to acceptance, from fear to faith.

Dissonance, discord and dysrhythmia, these will always be with us. They are in the human heart, written there, in scripts that are both small and large.

How do we stand against it?

How do we resist? The answer is this…we do not.

We do not crush dissonance, we resolve it.

We cannot drown-out a noisome discord by generating a greater noise, like armies clashing on the battlefield.

That is cacophonic.

We must score another movement all around it, incorporating its rhythm into the greater whole.

We are called to forgive and move on.

As the Rabbi said:

Do not resist the evil doer
Pray for those who persecute you
Turn the other cheek
Walk the extra mile

Walk in the way of the wise, beating the drum, and strumming the harp, dancing as you go.

Contra Dissonata.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Awake and alone
I am too poor to receive
This revelation

Awake and alone
The miracle passes me
I could not touch it

I feel the bludgeon
The cold, and despairing blows
Numbing my senses

Hollow humanity
Our terrible husbandry
Mechana of grief

Our desire to rule
Captivate and dominate
To name and call ours

Everything turns, spoils
Seeding the earth with poisons
Soaked in bitterness

Alone and awake
Witnessing a miracle
Softly beaten air

Brushing against me
Broad wings, black against the night
Wings of the eagle

Soul of the nation
White head, yellow beak, raptor
Tearing into flesh

Hungry, devouring
This miracle, eating me

Alone and awake

Sunday, December 27, 2015

A Homily - The Gospel of Luke 2:41-52

The Gospel of the Day – 2015.12.27 (Sunday)


Every year the parents of Jesus used to go to Jerusalem for the feast of the Passover. When he was twelve years old, they went up for the feast as usual. When they were on their way home after the feast, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem without his parents knowing it. They assumed he was with the caravan, and it was only after a day’s journey that they went to look for him among their relations and acquaintances. When they failed to find him they went back to Jerusalem looking for him everywhere.

  Three days later, they found him in the Temple, sitting among the doctors, listening to them, and asking them questions; and all those who heard him were astounded at his intelligence and his replies. They were overcome when they saw him, and his mother said to him, ‘My child, why have, you done this to us? See how worried your father and I have been, looking for you.’ ‘Why were you looking for me?’ he replied ‘Did you not know that I must be busy with my Father’s affairs?’ But they did not understand what he meant.

  He then went down with them and came to Nazareth and lived under their authority. His mother stored up all these things in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom, in stature, and in favour with God and men.


Dangerous Myths

This narrative is a myth. It does give us any reliable information about who Jesus was, nor about his relationship with his parents; even though it purports to do so.

This is unfortunate.

It does tell us something about what the author of Luke wanted us to believe about Jesus. That his parents were faithful and observant Jews. They obediently went to Jerusalem for the Passover as required of them by the law. There they were counted and made their offerings to the temple.

The authors of Luke were also trying to tell us that Jesus was wise beyond his years, that he was capable of self-direction, that he had a sense of mission and purpose for his life. The authors of Luke also want us to believe that Jesus understood at this early age, long before his adult ministry began, that he was, in a unique way, a child of God. Finally, Luke wants us to understand that his submission to the authority of his parents was voluntary.

What is unfortunate about this narrative is this; instead of informing us about who Jesus is, it muddies our understanding by mythologizing him, and instead only tells us what the authors of Luke wanted us to believe about him, what their followers hoped was true.

Though the authors of Luke could not foresee this, these writings would come divide the Christian community from itself and precipitate centuries of bloody conflict over the question of Jesus’ divinity, his humanity and so forth.

I contend that the man who was Jesus of Nazareth, Joshua son of Joseph, would have been aghast at those developments. Jesus, the man spent his life and went to his death as a champion of justice, an advocate for mercy, as healer, as an advocate for the poor, the hungry, the homeless, the sick, the widow and the orphan.

Luke’s narrative is therefore a cautionary tale, reminding us of the necessity to cleave to the truth at all times, to separate our hopes, our desires, and most importantly our fears, from values we wish to convey.  

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