Month: September 2015

  • To Regain Our Knowledge (that we are safe)

    One of my reader’s comment on a poem of mine was that it gave her a safe feeling. And after much thought, I came to some conclusions. The first being to educate ourselves to broaden our premises so that the unknown will become a known. The narrower our premises the more outside our frame of…

  • A Cosmic Prayer For Mankind

    You and Your God Within Whether the still  small voice you hear is called Comforter or God or Teacher or by any other name you consider holy,  the promise is good.  What will be brought to mind is what you once knew and now remember or what you need to learn.  And one day, some…

  • Surfing The Ethers

    Surfing The Ethers That the rain falls on the just and the unjust and that even the dogs are fed from the master’s table only proves that the Universes are good and all life is sacred . Eternal is the hour which grants the heart time.  Sacred is the vessel which yields the cup. We…

  • Different Can Be Good

    Different Can Be Good It was a hurried morning when our two oldest sons were home from college and I told them that I had had a vivid dream and wrote down some things while half asleep that I did not know about and thought that they might.  I showed them the notes. I knew…

  • On Being Different

    A recent journal entry on being different. The Teacher Speaks. . . . Take it this way.  To be different means you step out  from the crowd.  When you, as an example,  are different in your posing the question as well as answering with what it is you know and cannot see the difference, it…

  • Many Truths

    Many Truths I once heard an elder  say that people only know what it is you let them know.  I gasped,  because I thought she actually believes this.  She still believes that her thoughts are private and that secrets are truly secrets.  She does not know that privacy of thought is the last illusion.  That…

  • A Need

    A Need I possess a knowledge, supplanting the previous knowledge by just one day. The reason is this; I slept. And in the dream saw worlds, whole and hurt, clean and chaotic, built and leveled. And I saw fields with high grasses and skies not yielding to horizons and I walked I walked so far…

  • Attitude With Gratitude

      Even as a child I was happy to see the long, hot summer gone.  With the Labor Day holiday over, for me the new year begins.  The start of school again was exciting  and I could hardly contain my enthusiasm for the smell of new tablets, new crayons and pencils.  This excitement with learning…

  • The Mind’s Sampler

    (Do you ever wonder about. . . . The Martha(s) will serve and clear tables and see to the children.  Mary will also do what Mary(s) do. . . .puff up the pillows and sit at the Master’s feet.  It is a tenuous thread that speaks of a psychologically explainable condition.  Yet it does raise…