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.

Birthday Greetings to my Beloved Granddaughter

A Father in Berlin Reads to His West Coast Granddaughter,

Levi River Winter Cervantes, on the Occasion of Her Second Birthday:

Jan. 16, 2014

http://youtu.be/KwF11a84_VI



... and a few more for her:

Vids etc. to and for Levi:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwF11a84_VI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsUiGpRYDqE&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4cJx_0vUZ8&feature=youtu.be

http://youtu.be/Kq8gKCj1jks

http://youtu.be/VQmh0sq7BKk

http://youtu.be/qIzlrMWqjbA

http://youtu.be/dPSvNTg99tg

 http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2012/07/levi.html

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2013/01/celebrated-in-absentia.html

O My Mind! Be Like This Body

The year is new,

my ignorant habits rather old.

How my debts and deficits loom,

my incapacities mock me, my

incompetence, shortcomings, my

haste, my lethargy, my impatience, my

careless, reckless inconsiderations!

My little cruelties, liberties, the hurts and

injuries inflicted by my thoughtlessness.

I'm haunted by the petty past, disturbed

by the unlikely future, confronted daily by both.

Will creditors come knocking? there's a hole in my stocking.

Not even a good depression provides any refuge.

Existential angst and indecision, banal

and deadening in its itchy grip –

broken promises, broken trusts . . . and

Beloved Rumi says to come anyway, just come!

O my mind! be like this body:

humble, hale and hardy, robust and

full of the Lord's Name.

O my mind! contemplate this deeply,

with feeling, and with interest and passion:

sing it aloud, speak it over again,

whisper it in a murmur, breathe it,

let it ride on the breath resonating

day in and day out, all through the night

and into dawn.

Let it soothe your panic, buck you up –

the Lord's Name isn't some dried crust of the walking dead –

know it to be fresh and living! let it sweeten your tongue,

sweeten your atmosphere, guide your perspective!

It's a very refined and delicate undertaking, you see,

like guiding a silk thread through a fine needle's eye – to

sew the foundation seaming the gap in the sack

of potatoes you are hauling to feed all the neighbors.

Salt Of The Earth

Arrogance and Sovereignty are not at all the same thing or even related,
although either could be mistaken for the other – and sometimes or often is.
 
Sovereignty is recognizable for its fineness of character
combined with an inclusive and nourishing consciousness,
revealing itself by humble awareness and a sense of inner wealth,
quite regardless of outer material circumstances.

Arrogance, parading as sovereignty, is marked by poverty of character.
Whatever accomplishments or seeming wealth or beauty or achievement,
arrogance will claim these for itself and poison everything with its narcissism.

Sovereignty leaves a scent of generosity in its wake, and an after-taste of culture;
arrogance a scent of insecurity, an after-taste of bitterness;
where the former is capable of expressing lovingkindness,
the latter is left cynical, and its display of kindness is actually
an empty, self-promoting indifference.

Even a Mercedes driver might be seen to show the least arrogance,
whereas grossest arrogance can be hopelessly glaring at one
from the faces and actions of bicycle riders – one may please
take Münster for example, there one has an entire city of them.

Love is known for being sovereign, for to arrogance it is entirely foreign.
Sovereignty is a challenge to attain (not maintain,
as that wouldn't be authentic sovereignty – for if you've got it you've got it,
regardless of what you are doing);
in arrogance is a daily challenge to rid oneself of it.

Arrogance is primitive even when being stately or sophisticated,
turns the knife in the wound even when holding a glass of the best wine.
Sovereignty can afford to be noble and gracious because it has nothing to lose by it;
sovereignty knows itself – and that is what makes it sovereign.

Arrogance may well find itself nestled in the breast of crawlers as well as kings alike,
of peasants as well as presidents, of sycophants or sultans, secretaries or CEOs,
of ruled as well as ruler, those of standing or those with little or none: it eats equally
into their psyches all, like a cancer, poisoning the heart's blood as with lead.

Sovereignty likewise may be found in those of high or low station – it is the birthright
of every living Being, especially Human. It is that light in the eye,
it is the salt of our own earth.

Brick of Possibilities

Religion reminds one of a brick.
You take a fine, sturdy, dumb brick.
Paint it in your best hand, make that
Christ or Cross, Krishna or Kabir,
inscribe the entire Qur'an or Torah there,
or Siri Guru Granth Sahib of the Sikhs –
literally, it's all been done.

And it's still a brick, but what a brick!
If you paint on it that which binds you
with your most sincerely cherished Love,
then please do it, I'll weave garlands with you
and we'll place them there together.

Knowing that a brick is a brick,
we'll contemplate together and open our hearts
to what's creatively imaged into that brick;
knowing that as what was painted came from within,
so is the very Love and Source being depicted –
and the intimate Knowledge of That – entirely within,
to be merely, albeit strongly, reminded, directed there again.

But shall this be the brick of Cain or of Cathedral?
The brick of Egypt or of the Bridge which bonds us
in mutual sovereignty?

If it's to whack another in the chops or break windows
or be more bric-à-brac to keep you off-track –
then we have a problem, then a brick really is just a brick.

Let each have their brick most suitable or exchange them –
you can't exchange the Self anyway, there is only one of That.
Yes, a brick's a brick – but oh, what a fine looking brick indeed!

Christmas 2013

Even if December isn't even nearly right, whatever:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JESUS, we love you!
Now, I've invited my dear friend Vatican Frank and everyone else.
So first, make your breath long and deep and ever so refined, like music.

And now – let's all breathe in: Kyrie eleison – and out: Christe eleison.
And in: Christ-in-me – and out: United with all.
And in: all the love, the joy, the peace you can draw into you –
then out: all that love, that joy, that peace out out out into your world.
And really FEEL IT!

Don't join any clubs, and don't jump on any bandwagons, BUT:
also never be afraid of praising God,
and never be ashamed of praising God,
and never ever entertain the notion "I'm not worthy" – because you're not –
and it's NOT ABOUT THAT!

Trust me on this – or hear it yourself:
the rocks and trees and rivers and
every living breathing form on this Earth
(hence the fullness thereof)
is praising the glory of God ceaselessly –
for "atoms reel in praise of Thee!"
Now get very very still … and BE.

And now: let's say we rock! 

 

On Fourth Advent

Friend, don't believe! It's often hollow –
Love, rather – belief will follow.
Love fiercely, love deeply, belief comes easily;
Most natural is that faith which calls Love master,
And therein is effortless, solid, everlasting.


Love is the First Idea, and the going forth,
The guiding impulse, the measure of worth –
The whisper, the call, the quick'ning spirit;
Birthing belief, training trust, feeding faith in action,
Love's the secret intention and its destination.


Be Human, be real, don't be ashamed to feel
All that courses through you – Love understands,
And that faith in your breast, belief on your brow, is its seal;
Love is most natural unfettered, and most itself when it bonds –
Now be kind toward yourself this Fourth Advent.