A Community of Souls...exploring the mystery of being human
If you are flawed, create the alternative—generate fire—go past your own puberty and use that fire to create life. Know that only in creating can you make it unconscious and spontaneous. To ever do life or beauty or joy or love mechanically will be disaster. Sulphur and Mercury in fire.
William Boast
As my father was dying, I managed to be alone with him, and took this time to give him my own blessing. The oil from the last rites he had received from the hospital priest was still moist as I traced the Christuman star on his forehead and spoke a prayer. As I was tracing that star, I could feel the same lines being burned into my own forehead, and I marveled.
Earl Behnke
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St. Kateri Tekakwitha (1656-1680): daughter of a Mohawk chief, zealous convert to Christianity fled her own people to Quebec where she lived a life of prayer, penance and work. First American Indian to be beatified.
Woodie Guthrie born 1912 in Oklahoma, died 1967: depression era singer, songwriter and collector of songs
Songs: This Is Your Land, Roll on Columbia, Pastures of Plenty
The mullein is an object lesson of transformation as it first takes shape in low growing rosettes of feltlike leaves forming the most maternal of shapes. Bowled at the bottom, the wooly leaves fan out into a big melon-shaped configuration. The mullein will take root in the rockiest of soils and then spread out as if it was the crowning bow on a big package. Because of its bluish gray-green, beefy leaves, mullein are somewhat lost on the landscape overshadowed by seemingly more aggressive plants. Yet, something triggers the mullein and there is a turning point in its lifecycle when it draws up into itself all its beefy leaves and then weaves an impressive spike taken up by a yellow torch of five-petaled flowers extending at least the last foot of the stalk. What once was fanned out, somewhat hidden low to the ground becomes a streamlined stalk reaching as high as five to six feet with a seed-laden array of yellow blooms. It is estimated that a single plant can produce 100,000 to 180,000 seeds which may remain viable for more than 100 years. Suddenly, the plant you might have dubbed a mother plant in its early stages has become the most father of them all.
Often the mullein is the first plant to take root in areas devastated by forest fires or where the soil has been disturbed in some way removing trees and foliage that would shade an area. When the ground receives light, mullein seeds that have been dormant in the soil for years will begin to grow. Later when grasses begin to take over, mulleins die out leaving only their dead flower stalks. The mullein can be said to be an heroic plant of sorts, ready to transform itself into a budding stalk of potential; made tall in stature because of a striving for beauty and life that will outlive itself.
Benjamin H Martin
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Buddhist Ulambana-Obon: In remembrance of the ancestors Shinto Obon
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I think of the Zen Masters, after having lost themselves in Satori for the first time, bursting with spontaneous smiles, laughter, in the world’s joy. At the moment of enlightenment, the newly enlightened ones, at one with the moment, smile or laugh. And then the damndest thing—they write poetry or draw perfect circles near the water at low tide and laugh at you when you try to build castle walls to preserve that precious, infinitesimal moment. I mean, what is there to say in that moment? They laugh and go off into the misty mountains.
Ben Leichtling
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Pablo Neruda born in Chile in 1904, died 1973: poet, diplomat and politician – author of many volumes of poetry
Quotes: “I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.” “Love is short, forgetting so long.” “You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming.”
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My search for You is certain death
unless I seek to die.
Answers stand in stagnant pools
while unknowing fuels a living fire.
Burn up the words I worship
yet infuse me with their passion.
Unfasten me from my finding
that I might be naked in my seeking.
Kindle my death, O God,
that life may quicken in my wake.
Benjamin Martin
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St. Benedict of Nursia: 6C abbot and founder of Italian monasteries
St. Oliver Plunkett: Irish bishop, Defender of the Faith during Oliver Cromwell’s time in power, arrested, drawn and quartered in 1661