Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Month: November, 2016

Reason Will Not Teach You Virtue

Reason
will not
teach you
virtue.

Nor
make
you wise.

Logic
is but
a tool
of your
intentions.

Concerned
only with
the consistency
of your
truths
and lies.

Agnostic
as to
the
value
of each.

Reason
will make
you certain
but not
right.

Cunning
but not
wise.

Justified
but not
just.

Open
heartedness
must inform
intentions
and serve
as reason’s
guide.

Cultivate
love and
kindness
to be
just
virtuous
and wise.

Only then
may reason
serve truth
instead
of lies.

Open
heartedness
points
to the
ultimate
goal.

We are
one
it sings
from the
bottom
of our
soul.

Be
reasonable
but let
an open
heart be
your guide.

I Bless You

I bless
you.

May
peace
love
and joy
be upon
you.

This is
my whisper.

This is
my prayer.

Granted
to the
sinful
saintly
and sinister.

I bless you.
I bless you.

I wish you well.

You wear
unknown
faces
but we
share a
common soul.

So I
bless
you.

I wish you well.

May
peace
joy
and love
be upon
you.

This is
my
whisper.

This is
my
prayer.

Bestowed
upon
the sinful
saintly
and sinister.

Growing Our Hearts

My heart has been hurting over the last few days, but maybe this will provide an opportunity for it to grow. This was a complicated election, with lots of ideological, economic, and sociological components. But at the meta level it was a choice between love versus hate. Inclusion versus exclusion. Empathy versus resentment. Love, inclusion, and empathy lost at the ballot box, but must never lose in our hearts and daily lives. It is tempting to hate, resent, and exclude those who brought this about, but then we become the thing we revile. Hate cannot defeat hate, only love can do that. Darkness cannot defeat darkness, only light can do that. We win by living our values more fiercely and unconditionally than ever before. We win by loving, including, and empathizing even with those we find offensive.

Christian Heretic

I became
a Christian
heretic.

But I
found
god.

Not in
churches
pulpits
and the
ministration
of ministers.

But in
a silent
mind and
open heart.

I became
a Christian
heretic
to find
god.

Not in
arcane
theology
and medieval
dogma.

But in
the creator’s
creation.

God
was too
small
to fit
in my
heart.

So I forsaked
the trinity
for the
creation
and made
a church
of the world.

With only
one rule
by which
to live.

Everything
is sacred
everything
divine.

We Love You

We love
you.

But
we need
to get
away.

We learned
a lot
here.

But we
can’t
stay.

We learned
new ways
of loving.

But we
no longer
wish to
fight.

We mourn
yet
for dearest
Alexandria.

We grieve
still
for our
shining cities
upon the hill.

But
this cycle
has ended.

Our choice
has been
made.

We are
the seeds
of the
harvest.

We are
the bounty
of what
was
sewn.

The time
of planting
has ended.

The children
of light
must go
home.

Morning Meditation

My first thoughts after my morning meditation and prayer for peace, was that I hope every group of people that has ever been oppressed in this country votes today. I am a white male in a heterosexual relationship, and if only my cohorts voted a neo-fascist who speaks brazenly about nuclear war, thinks climate change is a Chinese conspiracy, and has earned the endorsement of the KKK and Neo-Nazis would become President. If only white straight men voted, our country and potentially the planet would commit suicide by politics, based on ideas and hatreds that belong in the 20th century. So in addition to peace, I pray that every group that has ever felt the sting and bears the memory of oppression, hatred, and marginalization votes today. I pray that portion of our collective consciousness that knows the consequences of fear, hatred, and ignorance rejects the ideas that so many of my cohorts wish to carry forward into the future.

Matron Mother

Matron
mother.

I find
you
at the
end of
youth.

Beginning
my journey
into adulthood.

I greet
you
from my
end of
beginning

At your
beginning
of end.

Meeting
you.

Not as
child
to mother.

Not as
man
to lover.

But
in full
appreciation
of where
we stand.

Without
need
or expectation.

With honest
and
uncontrived
communion.

I behold
the woman
you are
and have
been.

I glimpse
the girl
you once
were.

Alive
in eyes
that still
sparkle
and smile.

Matron
mother.

I greet
you
from our
places in
time.

And
give
thanks.

That our
paths have
crossed
not for
the first
nor last
time.

And
give
hope.

That
when we
meet
again.

We will
stand
closer
in time.

That I
may see
more closely
and know
more fully.

The girl
alive
and dancing
in your eyes.

The woman
you have
been
and may
yet be.

Then
once more
in the beginning
of the end.

Bear witness
to the
matron mother
and glory
in your
wisdom.

Not the Captain but the Sea

When I
was a
young man
and the
world more
certain.

I had
little use
for faith.

I was
master
of my
destiny.

A
captain
upon the
sea.

Armed
with
sails
of will
skill
and destiny.

Yet
often
have I
crashed
upon rocky
shores.

Surviving
narrowly
companions
matched in
skill
if not
luck.

Revealing
the precarious
nature
of fate.

And the
limits
of will
and skill
upon the
sea.

Thus
with no
more
adequate
tool.

I arm
myself
with faith.

I am
not the
captain
but the
sea.