Showing posts with label Shabbos-Kiddush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shabbos-Kiddush. Show all posts

Sunday, August 7, 2016

This, And A Good Cigar...


My irregular regimen (or sadhana) is as follows, more or less daily, according to how I order my day - ask my cat the Temple Kitty, if you don't believe me:


Sufi prayers of Hazrat Inayat Khan, and assorted others of my own choosing or composition; Hazrat's element breaths,  and specific other breathing practices out of the Sikh and Siddha and Kundalini traditions.


Dervish dhikr according to Sheikh Hassan of Nablus, with beads, softly on the breath.



Sikh mantras, with beads, as follows:
- Adi Mantra as internal invocation;
- Adi Shakti Mantra on the long slow inhale;
- Bij (or "seed") Mantra 4x on the held breath;
- Saruba Shakti Mantra on the long slow exhale.














- Hymns to Laksmi and to the Kundalini.

- Ramnam and Hanuman bhajan.

- The Five Tibetan Rites (of Rejuvenation).

- Krav Maga training two evenings weekly (when the evening's free) and at home, including weights.



- Monday evenings (when free) Demo-Walk, sometimes hold a talk.



- Friday evening Shabbos-Kiddush, regardless how late, as the case may be.










- Full time job as home health nurse.












- Writing, composing, researching, posting at PC.

All this, plus a mug of hot coffee and a good cigar...




Saturday, January 18, 2014

Must Be The Wine...Ya Think?


It both pains and amuses me
to watch how un-scientifically
both those peddling arch-fundamentalist Christianity
and those some arch-material a-theist evolutionary theory
compete, thumbs in ass and feet in mouth, in mutual myopic stupidity –
as if God had no imagination for developments of ages,
nor patience for anything longer than six “days,“
as if concrete scientific search and discovery and analysis
had no place next to awed wonder at the timed beauty of the
odd One-der and exquisite in-telligence behind
the Creation and ceaseless re-creation of our universe as it
manifests before our reluctant eyes.
As if Einstein didn't know what he was talking about when he'd
said as much.

Friend, let's be honest, let's trash all the books
and the sermons and the lectures,
let's get wildly uncomfortably curious again, as once
we were as children:
take those five senses which some say are all we have,
to research and to prove “whether or not“ God exists – be
really scientific now,
and do as I did as a child – and still do: don't stay on the surface
and call it done, go deep! deep into each sense,

and find that sixth sense which accompanies the five – it's
on the breath behind each, and you have to think now
with your heart! See with your heart,
listen with your heart, smell, taste, feel with your heart –
and let no emotional religion nor materialist doubt interfere with
what God has placed you here to do, letting Him know Himself through you.

Science and research ideologue of today:
do you really think God would not plan evolution?
Bible-Theme-Park entrepreneur and mediaeval ideologue of today:
do you really think (?) that God would not plan evolution?

Idiots all, in both camps, competing for the Clown's own Crown!
Well this idiot, pained and amused by you all, just
celebrated Shabbos-Kiddush.
The wine was very good, sweet, lieblich in German; singing
its blessing a declaration of Love, sovereign mad and mysterious:
in its first taste of the week rests all of Creation with all its
evolving dimensions, myriad millenia of change and comings
and goings and return, resting on the solid ground of this kitchen in
Berlin-Wedding, here and now, as in eternity.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Meanwhile

Speaking His Name – I speak yours.
Addressing Him in Song – I address you singing.
Losing myself in the vision of my Lord and Cherisher,
in the vision of the Self, of the Beloved – I am lost in you.
Now as I devote myself to this Friday evening's praise and melody:
should I but part my lips, my breath is fixed on our kiss,
my tongue is married to yours, and only honey may clothe
the words which issue from my mouth
whether sacred or common, to anyone or whomever;
the sweet red wine I drink – is your saliva,
the bread I partake of – is our Fucking.
My body sways with you, it can hardly keep still!  Emotion overtakes me,
I want to weep for yearning after you – then I'm good, I'll be alright.
The sense of separation passes; the determined, indeed pre-determined,
Union is cherished, assured, vouchsafed.
Like water through an aquaduct, blood through my vessels,
you are consciously inseparable from me, feeding me, keeping me alive
for that day when our bodies will join all dimensions in one
never-ending Act of our Lovemaking.   Meanwhile 
I perform this Shabbos-Kiddush, meanwhile
I perform this Puja, meanwhile
I sing.