delight and wonder

  • Evening

    When evening comes you can  see something which is pensive, hidden, reluctant to flower: that thing in matter which is allied with the kingdom of death. There is always a glow to it. And it reveals itself at the end of the day in the moment of letting go. It is like the twitch or… [Continue Reading]

    Evening

  • being here and there

    It felt as if I were looking backward in time, both here and there; recalling a memory, some things very clear and others, for unknown reasons, vaguely formed. I had a sense of mystery and good fortune yet a little disembodied, released from the immediacy of desire. I was neither body or soul but precisely… [Continue Reading]

    being here and there

  • Summer and winter

    The falls was never a winter place for me; it has always been overlaid with boyhood summer adventures; playing pirate or cowboy along the creek through a forest park that seemed unexplored and vast. Last year I decided to see it in winter. At the falls, ice limned the shapes of rushing water like a… [Continue Reading]

    Summer and winter

  • Café Writing

    Wherever it takes place, writing seems to require you to locate a larger Self from where the words can come.  -I don’t know why this is, but as long as I am somebody, nothing will happen. So, I go out most days, and rent a table for the price of a coffee in a place… [Continue Reading]

    Café Writing

  • Morning 1

    The light expressed a musing solitude on my early morning run; regrets, pleasures, unfinished business arise. There are stark clear edges of awareness and strange evasions. And I do not quite recognize thoughts as belonging to some thing called “me.” Rather, there is a strange newborn objectivity; ideas like messages in a bottle washed on… [Continue Reading]

    Morning 1

spirit

Spirituality

Thomas Merton says ‘let it go, let it all go.’  -In time we discover the foolishness and inadequacy of our efforts before God.  But he is not a stern judge.  There is nothing to conceal. 

Will the world find that I am a fool?  That is already known.  Will my efforts fall short?  That is a given.  Yet I must write and go on.  This is God’s stern teaching, in order to wean me away from ego.  It is rather like making love, which offends our dignity, or where we think it lies. But in that congress there is truth beyond knowing. I see clearly, though mistaken. -So I need to enter the world with palms up.  God will give what She will give. That is the lesson.  

Love and Sexuality 3

Thoughts About Love- A Commonplace Book

  • Skin is the boundary between Soul and the world. The shape of skin does not seem to matter.
  • Wife: mother, lover, gate of life, time, death.  I now see her folds and contours lose tautness.  I recall the mixture of feelings I have toward my own aging body; the impulses I still do not completely understand. and I feel tenderness.  My restless mind wants to fix on one or some of her qualities so that I can say I have found who she is. – But it is beyond understanding.
  •  It is a strange fact that the gesture which gives her pleasure does the same for me, implying a kind of intermingling of our souls. Human beings look at their sex as something, curious, humorous, questioning, anguished… No animal does this. -Ovid was right, erotic experience involves a metamorphosis— a beast, a flower, a clear pool. Something more and less than human is involved.