Mystic

MYSTIC

-- a person who seeks by contemplation and self-surrender to obtain unity with or absorption into the Deity or the absolute, or who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect.

I am in the "or" category by this definition - I regretfully cannot surrender myself.

This morning I felt myself to be the only mystic in the woods -  the other myriad life-forms being unencumbered by "intellectect", having many other dimensions of being, blessed things. .(The word "silly" originally meant "Blessed", so silly things !)

So here we are, the unblessed who just might save the farm.

Poetry : August 2021 - Nine Stitches

Nine Stitches

Commentary - I - Witness

August 8^th.2021

Today another birthplace of civilization, Greece, one to which we white westerners are particularly attached, is in flames. Turkey is burning, along with many places all over the southern Mediterranean. In Northern Europe it is raining, the floods are near-Bibical. China, India, the great North American West - all predicted, all predictable. The heat and the water cycle intensify, by universal standards our window of survival conditions is very small. We are very vulnerable, we damp little monkeys with fire in our brains. So, for that matter, is the infinitely more complex web of life of which we are such a deadly part.

Poetry : There ain't no money in poetry

Poetry : On a path in Scotland

Poetry : Jesus sings the Blues

Poetry: The Story So Far

I am climbing the spiral staircase

Winding  dancing into the sky

Treading the steeply rising steps  

Inside an Archimedes timescrew

Drawing up my thinking blood and tears

Lifting up the river quietly flowing by.

Each step mirroring past and future

The twisting turning of the DNA

Shining, Immaculate, perfect,

Inside and outside me

The spiral staircases

Winding, dancing through my body

Winding dancing into the sky.

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Richard Posner

https://richardprism.blogspot.com/

We The Poets: https://citizenpoets.blogspot.com/

Commentary: The Death Throes of Old White America

Dear Old Whites,

It is happening in plain sight. This being America, the words blatant, in-your-face,crude, self-justified, self-absorbed, narcissistic and defiant come to mind. Not much subtlety or room for doubt. And when struggle turns to death throes, the obviousness of it all becomes even more clear. There are advantages to this.

Poetry: The Riven Tree

Poetry: Monkey (3)

An Ode to Enjoy

Commentary: What Can Save Us

I have argued before that nations cannot save us, even when they cooperate or form international agencies.My belief is that only grass-roots or ad hoc transnational organizations  can form and become effective in the very short timescales that we have to operate in. Even when a nation, whether authoritarian or democratic, is capable of rapid adaptation or change within its own boundaries, although even this can be very difficult,  as soon as the international dimension comes into play, the rigidities and delays become dangerous in our present circumstances. 

Poetry : 2023 - We used to name the storms

Poetry : Good Intentions

Poetry : Two Mars Poems

Poetry : Spring Marriage

 

For some reason my thoughts have turned to marriage recently. This little poem is not about your marriage or our marriage, but about that strange festival of optimism in general, with the next generation being as daft about it as we were/are....

Poetry : Monkey (2)

Poetry: Boiling Down the Sap (Draft 2)

Monkey

 

Andromeda

Andromeda