Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: #spiritual

The Burden of Being Me

Lord
relieve me
from the burden
of being me.

God
allow me to
rest in
thy being.

Lord
permit
my ego
to die.

God
grant your
presence
within me.

Lord
may the distinctions
betwixt us
be none.

God
may I walk
blissfully
within thee.

Lord
may we
at last
be one.

Son of the Morning

Son of
the
morning.

Bring
forth
dawn.

Brightness
outshine
night.

Son of
the
morning.

Bringer
of
light.

Brighten
my
soul.

Renunciation Beckons

Renunciation
beckons the
inward turning
of my soul.

Gathering
time and attention
scattered and
stolen by men.

That both
may once more
be turned
godward.

I have labored
too long
in the kingdom
of men.

Served
in too many
futile
crusades.

I want
no glory
they may
bestow.

No wealth
nor power
that I may
claim.

I seek only
union with god
and the kingdom
within.

Seek God Within

It is sad to see the spiritual ambition of seekers without a contemplative practice turn to heresy. It is only by our regular pilgrimage to the well of faith that we cultivate discernment, and purify our hearts and minds. Those who forego this sacrament inevitably get lost in the false corridors of the analytical mind, and worship the false gods of their ego. Forsake heresy and seek union with god through inner silence.

Unbend your neck.
Get off your knees.
Sit upright with poise.
Seek god within.

Your Soul is too Beautiful

Your soul
is too beautiful
for this work.

Put it away.

Brother
you deserve
better.

Put it down.

Sister
you are lighter
than this darkness

Put it away.

You are not
the things
you have done.

Put them down.

Your soul
is too beautiful
for this world.

Be Kind

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
you’ve met before
or shall meet again.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
to somebody
even this body.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
every body
is your body.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
everyone
is someone.

Be kind.

Hope No More

Souls
craving progress
is nature’s way.

But man
confused progress
with desire
and lost his way.

Chasing
mirages of hope
in a desert
of despair.

He sought
money
power and fame.

Hoping
the novelty
of experience
would still
his restless soul.

Man is more
than fleeting form
and novel desire.

More than
fathomless pits
that cannot
be filled.

All souls
crave progress
but delusion
is not the way.

Awaken
dear man
and hope
no more.

We are
shattered pieces
of the whole.

Your soul’s longing
the desire
to go home.

Faith alone
will still your soul
sate your desire
and take you home.

Beware the Idolatry of Faith

Beware
the idolatry
of faith.

Make
not an
idol of
your beliefs
dogmas
and identities.

Let
faith
bring you
closer
to god.

But never
estrange you
from your
fellow beings.

Make
not a
golden calf
of your
golden cross.

Let
faith
bring you
closer
to the
infinite.

But
never
make you
small
and finite.

Love every
sinner
but hate
every
sin.

Forsake
your idols
for a
living faith
and infinite
god.

Alive
in the
infinite creation.

Living
in the
infinite diversity
of your
fellow beings.

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.

Kind Hearts and Sweet Dispositions

My visits to Buddhist and Unitarian spiritual communities over the past month have served as a much needed boost to my faith in humanity. Trump and his followers are on everyone’s mind, even as we reach for that which is most sacred. The reactions are uniformly quite horror and confusion. “I don’t understand, they seem to live in a different world,” is a frequent refrain.

Trump is an avatar of a mindset and spiritual disposition that is diametrically opposed to these sweet seekers. He embodies fear, hate, and ignorance; whereas they cultivate love, grace, and empathy. He seeks to build walls, where they seek to build bridges between themselves and their fellow beings. We all awaken this life or the next, and must sometimes wonder in darkness to know and love the light.

While I strive to love and understand by brothers and sisters lost in fear, hate, and ignorance; I am eternally grateful for the kind hearts and sweet dispositions of those fellow seekers for whom darkness is an unfathomable affliction.