Let the snow roll over in my dreams,
Let the shore be cast away in my sea,
Let the stage take my fall away,
Let the path take me walking along the way.
The last dawn does not wait for the final dusk,
The last walk for the unknown stride,
The least is the unknown slavery,
The feast is for this tidy courage.
Where I step, I step twice,
Once for myself and another for the Silence.
I worship my Silence along the sidewalk,
I never truly believe in the communion.
Let me clear my voice,
Sleeping is the unseen lavishness,
Running towards the maze is my labyrinth,
Going to be heard in silence and not to be unseen.
Ignore the path that is not yours,
Align with the thought that causes you to walk alone,
Aloneness is the road that diverged in the wood,
The two-forked road that mends my decisions.
I put my arms around you, your heart melts into mine;
the borders of your anguish I can easily define.
There is no need for language explaining agony,
I perceive a griever’s heartache in black telepathy.
Your landscape is familiar, I know one similar
in the trackless barren places, in the lonely city spaces
where people neither know nor care.
I gleaned shriveled fruit from withered vines,
crushed, distilled, and drank the acrid wine.
I climbed the treeless summit, trekked the tundra of despair,
heard the mountain winds dark harmony
to a mourning mother’s keening prayer.
I know because my heart has heard
within its depths your soundless words.
Copyright, July 11, 2026
Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,
she’d blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
and lend a listening ear?
I’d only said in a lizard way:
I love you.
And who would have thought — that when stone had heard me
loving her, it would, it seem, speak back?
Loving stone, I was!
Stone, I so admire your villages.
I smile to your many stone peoples.
I eavesdrop on universal questions posed
around sacred fires carefully tended.
And around one hearth, among
cinder specks scattered– that one minute wisp,
grain of cinder there.
Dare I say I love you too?
I do! I do!
In that cinder grain I hear —
worlds of stars, sweetly singing!
By way of explanation, reader friend,
such is what a practice of
loving all beings equally
has made of me.
Crazed being?
Could be.
But could you nonetheless
accept the possibility
and likewise go love adventuring?
If you’d prefer, we could earnestly
and objectivity talk it all through.
Or say ~ Love come!
Speak through us.
Teach us how to listen.
426.
Take the Holy Communion
Take the Holy Communion & receive the body of Christ
Say “Amen” and remember what He sacrificed
Through it we are being reminded
That He lived and departed
For the glory of God the Father
Who promises us a life thereafter
When our bodies will rise again like our Savior!
-12/06/2015
(Dumarao)
*33rd Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
405.
The Communion of Saints
Through the Catholic Church, we create one body
Of those who have faith in our Savior Jesus Christ
This body must have union with those in heaven & purgatory
For those with God who are in heaven
Are not there to abandon their brethren
They are there to help the souls of men
Their closeness to God made them intercessors
Among the blameless and the transgressors
As friends of God, they are worth our honors.
-11/22/2015
(Dumarao)
*12th Daily Reflection from Catechism Bookle
(“Pema”, 2011, original oil)
In the morning we take a moment
To sit together in communion
Two hearts with the same goal
To simply be with each other
And in this stillness we relax
The world goes on
As it always has
While we remain
At least in the time we have left
Happily, a boy and his dog
A boy and his human.
(1/27/26)
May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless my life
May Your guidance
Lead away from every evil fief
May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless our lives
May we fear God
As did the Exodus midwives
May Your Body bless our body
May Your Blood bless kirke life
May we gather in Your Midst
In every war and strife
May Your Body bless this body
May Your Blood give life on and on
Luther said "Das ist dein blut"
Upon apheresis syphon
May Your Body bless somebody
May Your Blood bless this life
Let us not put asunder
What You bind in man and wife
May Your Body bless anybody
May Your Blood incite new life
And point us to the Missionary
Keeping cadence with drum and fife
Spending time each day in Word and prayer,
Is like walking with a close Friend, serene and near.
When He was here, He taught us how to pray
To seek a quiet place, as He draws us near.
He calls us: “Come with Me, find your quiet place,”
From darkness into light, He leads our way.
As we meet Him daily, our tensions cease,
Our stubborn wills in Christ begin to decrease.
No stress remains - just peace instead,
The strength of His presence calms our soul.
In this solitude, deep secrets He shares,
Revealing how His Hand shapes every second.
He formed our clocks, this world’s and ours entwined,
In heaven and earth, His Will aligned.
(“Beyond the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
The Power of Prayer
Prayer is a lot like making love
Something we do in private
And something we have to figure out
For ourselves,
Similar too in meeting a variety of needs
From solace and satisfaction to connection
And real communion in moments of grace.
But prayer is different too
Because ultimately it is not of the body
Nor really even the mind.
We bring our body and mind to prayer
As those are the tools we have to reach out
But what we receive in reply is beyond
What we can bring.
We may expect signs and words in answer
But if we actually got that
We’d end up wondering if we aren’t insane.
What we get instead isn’t something added
As much as something taken away;
A worry or fear, confusion or doubt.
Like a veil being lifted
To reveal a less obscured view
Of our true nature.
How this happens isn’t nearly as important
As simply that it does.
(9/3/25)
To feel at peace
with other protagonists
in Earth's most generous creation narrative
May require forgiving past injustices
of the anti-religious antagonist within.
My MuseBody
needs to touch
feel
engage my SageMind
so my wealth-crowning SageWisdom
can perceive my health-rooted MusePleasure
Inside resonant
outside resilient
re-ligious revival climates
of peaceful mind/body communing
To feel at peace
with other Othered protagonists
engaging Earth's most generously creative
FlashWise SageMob
dance reweaving egoSage/ecoMusicality
voicing/choicing
bicameral co-intelligence.
Now, I don’t know why,
he left without a word,
returned from the grave,
only to walk a road I could not follow.
Someone must have held his name closer,
spoken in a language I could not hear.
I watch them exchange unspoken truths,
a passerby in their quiet communion.
And now, I don’t know why,
she left without a word,
came back from the night,
holding a baby’s hands, still and cold.
So, I must let go,
accept the shape of my solitude.
No cryptic signs or fleeting gestures,
only clarity will chart my course.
I throw open the window,
invite the mercy of the wind.
I am a judge in search of justice,
an equivocator craving honest ground.
“The Communion of Saints” is meant the union of the faithful on earth
The b;essed in Heaven
And the souls in the purgatory
With Father Christ as their Head
The word “Saints means “the holy ones”
The Baptism gives us the beginning of holiness
And Heaven is for those who are perfectly holy
By “the forgiveness of sins” in the Apostles Creed meant that Eternal God has given to the Church
Through Father Christ
The power to forgive sins
Father Christ gave the power to His Apostles
It has been handed down through the years to the priests of the Roman Catholic Church today
The strongest flour
The oil, the yeast
Combined in love
Before the feast
Salt
From Celtic shores afar
With waters warmed
The ideal spar
For microbes'
Fertive final frenzy
The rising feeds
Much foodstuff envy
More patience
As to final hours
The mixture blooms
While hope devours
The prospect of
Eternal life
Once oven baked
With heat and strife
To crusty beauty
Rich and soft
The father proud
To hold aloft
Before
Serrated sacrifice
To eager lips
From buttered knife
A gift from God
This golden leaven
Food for the soul
A slice of heaven
Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than an ex-press
Train.' Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!
In the depths of rhythm, where hearts ignite,
A soulful journey in the velvet night,
"Love Communion," breezes through the air,
Binding spirits with a tender care.
Beneath the stars, a moment so sweet,
Our souls entwined, where passions meet,
A fusion of love, in each beat and rhyme,
Transcending space, defying time.
With every note, our hearts align,
In the sacred dance, so divine,
"Love Communion," a hymn of grace,
Uniting us in this timeless embrace.
Imagery from the song,
a sense of spiritual shall among,
Musically, the song has a groove that invites listeners to sway,
Hughes' vocal delivery is passionate, making you feel a certain way.
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