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Quadrille #38

( write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word dream.)

Notes found on the refrigerator[8/14/17]

    I was brought up to be a Jesuit Priest, but destined to live the life of a monk. Escaping the nun’s training, because of their aversion to listening to Hank William’s “Your Cheatin’ Heart” playing in the background— I dreamed as the early mystics.

 

 

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A Myth About Satan

Hatred, struck with punishment, expelled from the Holy house,

Fallen from heaven, Satan, the angel,

Took the blame, discouraged and angry from the fall.

 

Myth, gave him the armor of obstruction.

Religions forged a path, going around him.

To err in his embrace, was servitude and destruction

 

Within God’s power and might.

 

But, we forgot, he was forgiven in the New Testament!

Not really mention in the Old Testament…

The Holy House extended its hand  

 

And said “go and sin no more.”*

Fly, shed your pride, go back home

Where you belong!

 

(“Repent: through humility. To turn back from a world

that sins… erring in pride and defeated by obstruction

of arrogance… may be blotted out …with compassion”). **

 

Now who, continues in malicious hatred actions,

To say the obstructionist is to blame? Now sitting in the heart

Of a Forgiven House without any level of shame.

 

He isn’t here making you err! What devil?

 

Hatred in sterile procreation

Is barren in this argument.

It’s only you, in obstruction!

 

Completely responsible for your actions

Yet justify perfection

With miss-direction.

 

Free will? Squandered! Melted into armor,

 

Prepared for an ideology,

With an inability to seek an angel

By your side; one that is unable “to sin no more.”

 

Gather yourself, no one to defeat anymore.

It’s time for tea in the Holy House;

To take a seat in the heart of forgiving prayer.

 

*John 8:11 **Acts 3:19

 
 

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On The Seventh Day

“…time comes of the revolution of the heavens and day began with the first revolution.” Meister Eckhart

 

Thus, every mornings awakening,

Creation’s heaven touches the earth…

Moved from above; Seals the floor below.

Flight no longer a place to go.

All angels, wings clipped for walking,

Appeared on that day forever more.

 

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Killing, is the arrogance of creation

Directed towards an empty sky.

Blasting through the earth,

Making shattered holes for souls to sink

Unaccompanied; heaven is unable to grasp

In flight below its floor.

 

 
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Posted by on August 10, 2014 in Beginnings, Eckhart, Existential, Prose Poetry, Spiritual, war, Zen

 

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