Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: heart

Beloved Warden

Beloved
warden.

I am
bound
by love.

And your
invisible
strings.

Beloved
warden.

I am
captivated
by duty.

And our
implied
promises.

Beloved
warden.

I am
imprisoned
by inertia.

And my
fickle
heart.

Violence to My Heart

I cannot keep doing violence to my heart. I can no longer ride the inertia of the great omnicidal world destroying machine. I am asked each day to deny the god in others and the world, and with each denial my heart grows more heavy and finally numb. Then the greatest sin of all. I no longer feel the suffering of the world. I no longer notice the god in my fellow beings and the creation. I turn my eyes upward and cry out, “God why have you forsaken me!”…and he responds, because you have forsaken me in others and my creation.

I can no longer keep doing violence to my heart. I can no longer forsake my god in others and in his creation. I can no longer passively ride the inertia of the great omnicdal world destroying machine.

Armor of Heart

The ego cannot be conquered by the will alone. You may slay self-seeking and self serving thoughts one at a time, with the blade of your will. But they will continue to arise as long as you wield the blade of reason alone. Victory is won only when armored with a heart that loves others at least as much as the self.

Compassion for your Children

God
grant me
the grace
to have compassion
for your children.

Preserve
my heart
that it may not
grow hard
from overuse.

Grant
me the patience
to balm
even self inflicted
wounds.

Lord
may their
endless suffering
never hide you
from my sight.

 

A More Beautiful Way

Though
eyes perceive
only
decay.

The heart
remembers
a more beautiful
way.

The body
knows what
the mind
cannot grasp.

That possibilities
exist outside
of cause
and effect.

What came
before
need not
come again.

When love
isĀ the way
god takes care
of the rest.

 

Duty is Heavy

Duty is heavy
when the heart
is not light.

Obligations
undertaken
but not forsaken.

Imprison
us to the
past.

Binding
us to
lives.

Chosen
by former
selves.

Long after
joy and desire
have fled.

Pity the Blind Heart

Pity
the blind
heart.

It knows
not what
it does.

Severed
as it is
from self
and world.

Hungry
amidst
plenty.

Thirsty
while
drowning.

Bursting
from
want.

Pity
the blind
heart.

It sees
not what
it needs.

A Half Blind Heart

A half blind heart
wonders if it is
better to be blind.

Witnessing as it does
casual cruelties
and systematic atrocities.

That a blind heart
will never see
nor dare to know.

Bearing witness
in silent horror
to the uncomprehending
evil of the blind.

It wonders
if darkness
is better
than light.

If blindness
is better
than sight.

What good
is seeing
if the world
is blind.

What good
is loving
if the world
is full of hate.

Yet neither
light nor love
would the
half blind heart
forsake.

How is it with your heart?

How is it
with your
heart?

Let us
talk about
your soul.

I will not
take vengeance
for your actions.

Nor will I
argue with
your ideas.

I will
resist your
assaults.

But I
will never
cause you harm.

Words will not
persuade the mind
of what the heart
already knows.

If you are
deaf to your heart
you cannot hear
my words.

Hurt me
if you
must.

I put
my body
in your way.

But let us
not feud
fight nor argue.

Instead
tell me
how it is
with your heart.

Let us
talk about
your soul.

Open Dear Heart

Open
dear heart
and love
this world.

Blink
neither
at the light
nor dark.

Open
dear heart
and let
the whole
world in.

Discriminate
neither against
the lovely
nor wretched.

Open
dear heart
even though
it hurts.

Shrink
neither from
the deserving
nor despicable.

Open
dear heart
and love
the infinite creation.

Neither
blinking
discriminating
nor shrinking away.