Do each entry as if it were your last. Good practice, I’m finding as I write this week. Makes you pack your heart into each word! And mean, or have become, whatever it is you have to say or share with one another!

Prose poetry is still one of my favorite forms. The prophets in scriptures often perforce, tumble into it to express what they see and here. Prose poetry makes the most sense to me, it’s a big room, and includes more of what is.

It uses more of ourselves-heart, head, body, soul, spirit, limbs engulfed more in and by Love (which seems to be one of the main points of being here-incarnation, that is!). Maybe we never express what we know all the way, but it’s fun watching people try in the long human story. Came across one section by a favorite poet Rilke today,
about the inner intrinsic glory of daily things.

Like this section of what he was trying to encounter and name well. Maybe we should be telling todays news in prose poetry, or try to live in it. It’s closer to what Reality is really like. Anyway, here’s some lines i liked today from Rilke (ninth elegy)! I added the last line myself. I like to dialogue with the poets, and add my two cents, or lines from time to time, it helps me enter in to their best thoughts…

Are we here, perhaps, for saying: house,

bridge, fountain, gate, jug, fruit-tree, window –

at most: column, tower……but for saying, realise,

oh, for a saying such as the things themselves would never

have profoundly said. Is not the secret intent

of this discreet Earth to draw lovers on…

(and into themselves, that is, what they really are in song).

Each of us, forever poems…walking towards our names.
Each of us, more than our function, each of us eternal poems, more than skin and bone; we are Thou’s forever poems. Names with a home.
Each of us forever names and thous not to be used by one another, to be it-ed out of existence, but to be cherished and pronounced, nurtured into pronunciation by Love’s beholding and kind tone!
We read one another on open mics, beneath the sparkling stars, en-toning one another’s nuances into Grace, healing with gaze our scars. That Tone is where God is. That tone is called our home.
And as we listen well to one another, we find Him there in the midst of us. And in the mist of conversation, we turn, finally, towards…
Each of us, Love’s sons and daughters. poetry becoming free verse. Each line a tender branch, waiting to bloom with words spoken in love. Each of us worth pronouncing forever, as meditations and reflections on The great Romantic Poet. And slowly, we drawn into our forever names. Slowly, we walk home in Love’s kind tone. That walkway is what we give one another, a highway, down here. Something free from fear.
Each of us, forever poems, walking towards our names! Each of us, when well encountered, will never be the same.

I too am art:
Something beyond function, i am
the broom with two heads, which is also practical
because it is there. I am here,
so there must be a reason
for such beautiful disfunction
on this earth. Even if, it is just
to sweep out two corners of the house
at once! To dust off probable impossibility for the future.

One of my mentors back in the day, was an artist who made long brooms with two heads. They were beautiful pieces of sculpture he would hang on the wall as installations. People often asked him about their practical use.

Julio’s brooms

He made brooms with two ends
and hung them on his walls.
people asked him why?
because it is possible to do so
i recall him answering
and they can sweep two corners at once
art is also practical.

Going old school, studying the beatitudes today! Great to re-visit them afresh! They’ve been seen as ethical ideals, but they are something more than that. Little practical keyholes into what is available! Little invitations to the party. Little koans on the Kingdom. Puzzles which require us to enter in order to solve! That way of teaching, which calls forth transformation in order to find the answer!

People have been astounded by them from all religions and in art history, and in some ways they were just an introduction to the longer sermon…(important how we use our introductions, especially if they are into a spiritual kingdom!) They really are remarkable art.

The beatitudes are like blessings from the other side into exactly where we are now. Enjoying studying them again today. They are truths breaking into being, invitations, challenges…like warm rain cracking ice.

Enjoying them today as a warm up to the holy homily on the hill! Little keyholes poked or impressed into our doors these little blessings Jesus was already offering and living from…fun and challenging hovering in them today! So much to learn and become through them.

The beatitudes are like blessings from the other side into exactly where we are now. Enjoying studying them again today. They are truths breaking into being, invitations, challenges…like warm rain cracking ice. Enjoying them today as a warm up to the holy homily on the hill! Little keyholes poked or impressed into our doors these little blessings Jesus was already offering and living from…