I often recall the infamous day of 9/11
when the news of that day reminds us.
And when I do, I can see two sides of
a story and wishing neither.
So I just keep making a fuss about this
side, like looking in the mirror, finding and mining sources of wisdom, taking
Jesus of Nazareth seriously when he said to others commenting on recent tragedies,
“Unless you experience profound metanoia (change in mind—correction) you
too will come to ruin.”
Since I can’t in reality serve two
masters, I chose the side of a pre-Christendom Jesus of Nazareth over the
empire, US or otherwise. And to . . .
make a fuss
Make a fuss to feel all things
hard of hearing
inexplicable violence that
disavows Adam’s race—less of
“more”
chained to hypnotic mockeries—humor
us please!
tragedy assails aporia prevails
Selah.
Overwhelmed? welcome to way of world
it’s “crazy” when you have no word [sad]
uncertain with certainty of universal
scale of war
anger deceit meet matter at hand
powerless limitations of innocence—
we do well to be like dumb as
Socrates
who too lived among a frozen many-angsts-going-authoritarian
losing Way when earth is just warming
up
Selah
Pen brush: chin up:
hands breath of light-making mind
cross the divides
embodied with a noble craft
oriented through Psalmic routes
dying by adventure in Whitehead’s
never forgetting you are becoming
Mother, forgive us
for we do what we do not know
Selah.
