The Healing (Poem by Alfred K. Lamotte)
This planet will not be healed by powerful politicians in big cities…
This planet will not be healed by powerful politicians in big cities…
Scuttlebutt (watercolor) by Polly Castor Watch Your Mouth Loquaciousness, talkativeness, garrulous gossip, long-windedness, voluble verbosity, motormouthed verbal diarrhea, prattling, babbling, pleonasm, prate, jabber, chew the fat, confabulate, small talk… avoid all this. Draw a boundary between useful, interesting, constructive conversation, and indulging in the rehearsal of error, the thoughtless dissection of others, the analyzing of … Read more
The safety net of Love protects from any seeming fall.
Water Flows Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water … Read more
I yearn to amplify and articulate them…
Poems are rough notations for the music we are.
Cruciform #5 (acrylic) by Polly Castor Take up the Cross Jesus did not vicariously shoulder and endure the cross for us. He was showing us what we must also do, and even said that if we don’t carry our own cross we cannot be his disciple. Material sense hates spirituality, and tries to rebuke it … Read more
Hosanna! (pastel) by Polly Castor Palm Sunday Shouting, dancing, waving, and cheering, fronds euphoric, the new world order we’ve waited for is here, although we didn’t expect it to arrive on a donkey. We thought it would be a military coup, trouncing the Romans. This is freeing us instead from sin and sickness! This humility … Read more
Companion with These Divine ideas are fresh, vital, full, and glad. They are never stale, frayed or worn out. They are eternal, always conscious, indestructible substance. They are luminous. They outshine material sense. They gleam radiantly, vaporizing false beliefs. They are never transferred to or through the human mind. They are never hindered, never subject … Read more
On Prayer Today prayer is the silence in the snow-deep meadow. It’s the gurgle of the ice-choked river that cannot be heard unless I am completely still. Today, prayer is not to, it’s not for, it’s something I am more than something I do. Prayer is even the sound of the logging trucks on the … Read more
You will know it
by the strength
that rises from within you
to meet it,
by the release
of the knot
in the center of
your chest
that suddenly lets go.
To feel sorry for yourself is one of the worst things you can can do to yourself.