I've never forgotten the lessons I learned from the Dharma taught by Tibetan Buddist priests in my quest for enlightenment and reality. I've recently been resurrecting and meditating on a principle related to Yin-Yang, the power and role of opposites: There is light and darkness, Day and night, Good and evil. Truth and lies. Etched in my cranium are the words from a teacher: "A lie has never liberated anyone, it may make it seem to be so for a moment, but in the end, will be...
Fastball - My Spiritual Awakening through Baseball
I can hit the fastball But I really want to hit the slider Same thing in writing verse The erotic comes easy but my own core emotions always leave me wanting more fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning Going back to the basics My need to write I hope you will let me in Even though I have been hard on you I'm not a bad guy And I don't spit too much When I'm at the plate
I doubt very much About the existence Of a God Of a loving God. i just look around. All the pain, the poverty, the misery. The sickness. the disparity of wealth. The injustices. How could a loving God Allow such cruelty. Ya, free will and all. Nice. But then if, as we're told, He created Man in His own image.... Then it is not a nice one.
I watch from rooftops like afternoon sunlight, the partially shingled building clamors with each stiff wind speaking like the dead, plucked flowers drift aimlessly between gravestone pathways, waiting to decipher peace in the steps of angels.
Though be Her temporal édifice reduced to smouldering ash. Our Lady’s spirit stands uninjured Perfectly erect She who watched her Son’s skin bruised And torn by brutal lash. Also knew on that third day that He would resurrect.
Witnessing her Son in anguish Bloodied by the crown of thorns. Dying nailed on cruel cross, side pierced by thrusted lance. Then by holy miracle She met her blessed Son reborn When compared the task seems small, rebuild Her house in France.