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Showing posts with label Promise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Promise. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2020


There is movement all about me, forms I can’t discern, floating in my dreams
There are shadows on the cavern walls, wavering in chaotic streams

Questions scrape my bones like hungry wraiths, solutions never see the light of day
Bundle up the answers, bind them like sheaves of straw, set to fire in the night

The furies rise from the ash beds, there is no phoenix, no morning sun
Bury seeds in the cold-field, bits of knowledge, pushed into the wet earth
Fragile little plantlings hungry for life, set their roots and stretch out for the light
Heedless of the storm descending, turn to face the darkened horizon, resisting
As dreams fall like stars from the sky, the harvest rots while and fields are set on fire  

There is phoenix rising, only the furies fly from the ash beds, their swarm blots the sun

We heard the promise and followed its call, we stood beneath the open sky
To bask in the solar wind, blind as the troglodyte emerging from the cave

Monday, May 27, 2019

Memorial Day - A Reflection

Memorial Day is a day set aside for reflection. It is a day meant for us to honor our fallen dead.

The meaning of Memorial Day has changed a great deal since it was founded. At its inception, it was meant to honor African American soldiers who fought and died in the Civil War, both  our soldiers who were born-free, as well as those who were former slaves; men and women, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters who gave everything they had to keep the union whole.

Memorial Day was created to honor those who died for an America which they only dreamed could exist. They died for these United States, for a vision of it that the prayed for, but was not yet real; they got something different, they got this reality, an America that is still in a state of becoming, one that is more or less just, depending on where you are born, what color your skin is, what class you belong to.

Those men and women died for us, for good or ill, they died for us. They died for promises that went un-realized.

We have yet to repay them, we have yet to fulfill their hopes for the America they dreamt of; America, daughter of liberty, America the true, and good, America the arbiter of justice.

Now, we honor our dead on this day; our soldiers and sailors and airmen, our police and firefighters; we honor them.

We honor all of our citizens who spent their lives, who gave their days to public service; we honor our doctors and nurses and teachers, the good works of our ordinary citizens, of our friends and neighbors, we honor everyone’s sacrifices; known and unknown, and those yet to come.

This year we must even children, who stood in the way of gunfire to protect their classmates and paid for it with their lives.

We must honor them, and their sacrifice, they died upholding our most cherished values, in recognition of the fact that we are one people, that we are descended from many nations, and that we each come into the world with the absolute right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and that all other rights are subordinate to these. 

On this day of all days, do not make the mistake of thinking that it is our service women and men who keep us free.
It has been at least sixty years since America faced an “existential” threat from a foreign power.

We are not kept free through armed conflict.

We do not face such an existential threat from beyond our borders and shores right now; not from Iran, not from North Korea, not from Russia, not from anywhere.

The real threat we face is from ourselves, from our ignorance and from our fear.

It is we, and we alone who can protect us from ourselves.

Our own apathy, our prejudice and hatred, these are the most dangerous forces aligned against us, that threaten our freedom. They are more deadly than any other worldly power.

To honor our fallen dead, you must do your part to keep us free. You must participate in our democracy.

Vote, stay informed, organize, build alliances and collaborate.

Our collective failure as citizens of the Unites States has allowed a criminal, autocratic, demagogue to hold power in the White House, allowed the Supreme Court to state that corporations are to be treated as people, and money regarded as free speech, while those same justices have told ordinary American’s that their right to free speech does not include the right to be heard, and that our right to vote does not include the guarantee that our votes will be counted.

This rank cynicism is more dangerous to our freedom than any rag tag group of militants half way around the world, more dangerous than immigrants looking for a better life on our side of the border we share, they are only seeking the same thing as my own forebears did when they came here a little over a hundred years ago.

Honor our fallen dead. Not with cards and flowers and barbeques (but do those things because they are good), honor them by standing up to racism and bigotry, to religious zealotry and corporate greed, to scientific ignorance and xenophobia, to corruption in our public officials in our highest offices, and to the notion that the right to keep and bear arms does not include our responsibility to regulate them.

Honor them by participating in public discourse. Do not lose heart, and do not give up.

Stand up, and be counted!

We must rebuild America, reform our institutions, we must do this for the sake of all Americans and our future generations. We must take responsibility for our own freedom.

We will have nothing to protect if we let our freedom be stolen from us while we are busy watching TV, posting pictures on social media of the last meal we ate, and arguing with one another about who is the most liberal, most progressive, most concerned about the common good.

Honor the fallen, in this way.


Jay P. Botten, Veteran, U.S.N., Hospital Corps, 1990 – 1994

Given 1st 2015.05.25

Revised 2019.05.27

Friday, September 2, 2016

Emergence: Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-three, Remembrance, Collected Chapters

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter One: The Ancient Life
Pt. 33, Ch. 01
The ancient life was not easy. There was conflict, and war. There was death; a promise to end the concern of living.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Two: The Promise of Continuum
Pt. 33, Ch. 02
The Continuum was promoted as a means of freeing people from the vicissitudes of life, and the drudgeries of living.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Three: The Lie
Pt. 33, Ch. 03
Continuum freed no-one. It perpetuated the banal, and magnified the mundane; carrying the Collective into depravity.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Four: Suffering  
Pt. 33, Ch. 04
Continuum shared in the collective experience of each individual. The most intense experiences were the most shared.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Five: Will
Pt. 33, Ch. 05
Many who joined the Continuum underwent a negation of self from which they never recovered. Only the strong survive.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Six: Desire   
Pt. 33, Pt. 06
Desire is the root of self, of joy, of suffering. Before fear there is desire the greatest determiner of who we are.

Remembrance; Part Thirty-three,
Chapter Seven: Justice

Pt. 33, Ch. 07
The Continuum fostered a visceral depravity deep within itself, and only a tiny minority craved justice as a result.

Section Five, 92835670100561474
Remembrance; Part Thirty-three
Collected Chapters
Section 05, 92835670100561474
Part 33, Remembrance
01 The Ancient Life
02 The Promise of Continuum
03 The Lie
04 Suffering
05 Will
06 Desire
07 Justice