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(Five Buddha Mandala, 2018, original encaustic)
Notes on Religion and Faith
The superstition of religious content applies to all religions and faiths.
They are the context of faith.
But the faith itself and how it is focused on (absorbed into) is the true religion free of concepts and conventional knowledge/mythology.
Obviously such a true religion is universal, part and parcel of Life itself.
In other words, the forms (of devotion and meditation) are important (or true) only in how they get us to engage.
And the degree of faith is what determines the degree of engagement/absorption.
Once absorbed there is no duality, so no room for distinctions (all the varieties of subjects and objects).
For liberation to occur (real freedom from confusion/delusion) absolute engagement/absorption must occur, at least for a moment.
Meditation is thus the excuse to become intimately familiar with our true nature.
And what is true has no place for what is false; superstition and contrivance.
Meditation for one might be very different for another.
And thus we can never really tell how accomplished and liberated anyone else is.
It’s hard enough just trying to track that for oneself!
Within Us and Without Us
The world is full of hierarchies,
It’s the definition of the world,
And yet, what it’s all based on
What really matters
Is without distinction
Without boundary
Without limit
Without separation
Without change
Without existence
(10/31/23)
ANGELS
Giant winged man found in many various religion;
Zoroastrianism, angels depicted benevolent celestial beings;
Angels, angels my thologies in Abrahamic religions;
Angels, angels whom do you believe what you are seeing;
Angels
Who act as intermediaries between God and Heaven;
Other roles of angels protecting and guiding human beings;
Carrying out God's tasks religions, angels within Abrahamic;
Angels, angels ahh!, yes I do believe in them;
Are often organized into hierarchies;
Angels, angels given specific names or titles like these;
Such rankings vary between sects in each religions;
Such as Gabriel, Micheal or "Destroying angel" flees
"Angel" expanded to various notions of spirits;
Angels figures found in other religious traditions;
Angels closed to God and man close so near it;
Angels theological study of angels is known as "angelology" conditions;
Angels who were expelled from Heaven are referred to as fallen angels;
Angels In fine art depicted as having shapes of human extraordinary beauty;
Angels, angel they are often identified using the symbols
Language of men angels bilingual;
Of bird wings, halos and light;
Alas these are the angels of God and Christ;
8/05/18
©2018
For New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
The Hierarchy of Needs
In this world there is a hierarchy of need.
Of course it’s different for each of us.
Some just want to get ahead,
Some to get laid,
Or to score.
Some just want to be left alone.
I’m kind of in that last group
But I also have other priorities
And those are what comes after any hierarchy.
So what might those be?
The question really becomes
What is the nature of this world
And it’s natural hierarchies?
Food, sex, shelter, connection,
Self esteem and realization
But those are all within the pyramid,
That while leading ever upward
Never really leaves the ground.
What is it that transcends this sense of worldly need,
Transcends all we crave and strive for?
The word that come most readily to mind
Is space.
Space is what we find when we step off the top
And enter into that which is actually another dimension.
It may sound cool or far out perhaps,
But it isn’t.
It’s just what is when we step out of ourself,
Out of our mind, and
Into what has always been
Like the warm embrace of a lover
Or parent, or comforting scent of home.
Each of us are lost children
And each of us know that scent of home
Even if we don’t know.
The hierarchy of needs is what keeps us bound
To the wheel,
The wheel nothing more than a hamster’s habit.
Are you really a hamster?
I didn’t think so.
(8/31/25)
I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time
when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl,
a time that changed everything and nothing.
He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roughly handled.
A youth with a common history told a thousand times
in any slum-clamped town.
A cultural weather mellowed him,
it gave the young a way to be poets, cynics, heedless pundits.
Rainbow children beguiled; they wed their minds
to a street corner weed, past its vows between them.
Then it was that mop haired songsters
again stirred his angry blood; he defied ruler and book,
forsook the hierarchies of the hard boiled,
long hair grew into words that shook as he danced
defying the soft shells of faceless egg men.
The boy drifted, still raw-boned, still trapped
by the rats in his head. Jail house beckoned;
bars griped his knuckles tight.
One night he became a storm in a windowless room.
They held his body down, beat it black and blue.
All he could think of as fists pounded broken ribs,
was if he yet lived, he would write it all out one day
yet still leave out the bad parts.
A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods!
Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be.
But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree.
Similar to the pantheons of many a belief.
All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief.
Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name,
The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same.
(The heavenly court or angels in this dictation.
Where do they fall in the story of creation?
Nowhere mentioned in the seven days.
So what do we make of this obvious daze?)
Within the Courts we find all kinds of entities,
With differing functions of various complexities.
Hermes was the messenger for the Olympian Zeus.
And the word angel, means messenger, not really abstruse.
And then there are maidens the gods choose to take,
And often in them, babies they make.
These girls never have a choice in events.
The gods never asked for their consents.
And famous these children did become.
Not hard to imagine, with whom they came from.
So once again, mimesis comes to play.
God impregnates Mary without her say.
And a baby is born and when an adult,
Becomes famous for his actions as a result,
Of being part god as well as part human,
And able to do things, superhuman.
So in the end, we have this god,
In a book which clearly shows a facade,
Of a single deity who reigns alone,
But seems too similar to another’s thrown.
Angels, archangels, principalities and thrones,
Powers, virtues, dominions, all clones,
Of other pantheons in the region.
Really no different in its legion.
So monotheism? Not exactly true.
It doesn’t matter what they tell you.
The truth is there, it’s again, mimetic,
It just keeps repeating as if synergetic.
A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods!
Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be.
But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree.
Similar to the pantheons of many a belief.
All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief.
Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name,
The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same.
(The heavenly court or angels in this dictation.
Where do they fall in the story of creation?
Nowhere mentioned in the seven days.
So what do we make of this obvious daze?)
Within the Courts we find all kinds of entities,
With differing functions of various complexities.
Hermes was the messenger for the Olympian Zeus.
And the word angel, means messenger, not really abstruse.
And then there are maidens the gods choose to take,
And often in them, babies they make.
These girls never have a choice in events.
The gods never asked for their consents.
And famous these children did become.
Not hard to imagine, with whom they came from.
So once again, mimesis comes to play.
God impregnates Mary without her say.
And a baby is born and when an adult,
Becomes famous for his actions as a result,
Of being part god as well as part human,
And able to do things, superhuman.
So in the end, we have this god,
In a book which clearly shows a facade,
Of a single deity who reigns alone,
But seems too similar to another’s thrown.
Angels, archangels, principalities and thrones,
Powers, virtues, dominions, all clones,
Of other pantheons in the region.
Really no different in its legion.
So monotheism? Not exactly true.
It doesn’t matter what they tell you.
The truth is there, it’s again, mimetic,
It just keeps repeating as if synergetic.
CULTURAL CANONS
sophisticated wit
expressiveness
& tricks of the eye
illusions
out of the blue
shadows in the sky
a paradox
this sense of irony
naivete
observed
made manifest
decorative &agreeable
influential
hierarchies
artistically distinct
mainstream
but
separately identified
in formative influence
inherent vagaries
of taste
subtle&telling
in
perspectives
.of pictorial space
&
receding
lines of audacity
in heavenly light
emergency
to revere
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
Warm holes
anticipating slick poles
Wet holes
embracing warm poles
Bipolar linear dark division
flowing downriver nurture valleys
Dipolar round visions
forming mountainous spiral hierarchies
naturally uprising
Ecofeminist journeys inward
and down-valleyed
Egofatherist conquests
growing outward
and up-rallied
Deep waiting
vulnerable black holiness
before highest transparent
widely diverse
best practice polarities
Wet warm birthing wombs
above dry cold dying tombs
Worm downward holes
wet upward trying poles
Yeasty yintegrity holes
engaging just right
tangy yang poles
As empty
anticipates full
As 0
embraces 1
EarthTribe Revolution.
As a child, looked darkness
in the eye
My truth always within,
love does not die
Remembered ere entering,
this solid state
and many times since,
traversed that gate
That those call death,
whose memories are locked
All who come with purpose clear,
know tis only blocked
Be not melancholy,
for here all must travel
Else would hierarchies of life unravel
Since that time, home's music
was shattered
From thence our souls myriad pieces
were scattered
Now thru many iterations of birth
Seeking to gather, parts lost on
beautiful Earth
Our thirsty spirits,
never stop yearning
So please know, death is but
this quest's turning.
Written May 17th 2018 for contest
sponsored by Broken Wings
theme: love does not die
Placed 8th