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Quantum

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There is a

God of beauty

Who by our accounts

Is fickle

Beauty in a storm

In wrinkly babies

While we determine

Beauty in a car

(I like the lines)

Or a figure on a screen

Receiving millions

Of both kinds

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Beauty truth

The eye of the beholder

Do we know anything?

I wonder

Extremists destroy ruins

That are also

A record

A child destroys the fragile

In “The Artist of the Beautiful,”

And I think

About that often

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But if the cell is beautiful

And it is,

Then beauty cannot

Be destroyed forever

As long as we have

Nuclei

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This is a photograph of a sculpture of 20 centimeters made with wire and pigmented beeswax.

By Ordnajela Zenitram – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44982588.

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Whine

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Whine

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Exhale the scolding

From the heart person

Who called this morning

Should heart people

Scold?  Isn’t that bad

For my heart?

I need peace

More than ever, it seems

To me

External quiet should aid

The peace

Then again, I don’t want to be

A jerk about it all,

And everyone has bad days

And someone would say

There are those who have it

Worse than I,

Which certainly is true

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Lady Gaga says the producer who raped her dropped her off ‘pregnant on a corner’ after locking her in a studio for months

https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/lifestyle-buzz/lady-gaga-says-the-producer-who-raped-her-dropped-her-off-pregnant-on-a-corner-after-locking-her-in-a-studio-for-months/ar-AAKdvnO?ocid=msedgntp

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Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash

Poole Park, Poole, United Kingdom

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In Motion and at Rest

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In Motion and at Rest

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I don’t know what to say today

It’s Thursday

Day before Friday

Even though the work week

Has been twisted

Like an anxious piece of paper,

It still imposes

Five days, maybe more

With a weekend in between

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Our attitudes remain,

Which is important since the work week

And the weekend are not ageless

Inventions but rather modern

And unless we go to four

As in certain nations,

We need to keep the patterns

As decided

By campaigns

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I guess to say the least

We’ve had time

And we can make it, still

To think about what we’re doing

And shall we continue doing it

Or is it time for change

Because things had changed, anyway

And in the danger

And the dying

And the mourning after

Maybe mortal occurrences

Shall catalyze

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We might change everything

As we’ve had to change everything

Who are we, what is our

Direction,

What might listening

Teach us about momentum

And arrival

Who shall we be and what shall we do

When we are on the move, again

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It is ideal

Life is not

The world is not

Each one is an organism

With applications, interviews,

Keeping a home

All parts of a cell

We are important

And we are a microcosm

All our organic parts and movements

Make a body,

An inhabited Earth

Moving inside

And as part

Of a community of cosmos

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Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

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Species Speak Out

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Species Speak Out

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Is there a dog

In doggerel?

How about a dog

In dogma?

And while we’re at it,

Should it not be called

Godma?

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I’m sure there is

A certain species

That, should we understand

And grasp

The elevated obvious,

Should know

Things are better served

By catterel

And catma

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Love between Dogs and Cats

Photo by Callum Shaw on Unsplash

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Never Manderley

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Never Manderley

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Last night, I dreamed

About a white tiger

In the backyard

That sometimes

Had a cub with it

And sometimes

Turned into a dog,

A big dog—

And we were all trying

To avoid the tiger,

Which was fine because

It was past-time

For me to go

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I went through

The house

One last time,

Placing my bundles into

A canoe, set

In moving water

Out front of the house

And when it was time

To leave at last,

I found the canoe

Had sunk into shallow water

So I’d have to stay

With the people there

For a while longer

Then I awoke

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Bangor Castle (built 1852, photo taken, June 2019).

Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

Bangor Castle, Bangor, Northern Ireland, UK

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It Might Be Magic

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It Might Be Magic

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Do you eschew

Institutions?

I do, anymore

The machines

Made out of people

Don’t blame the

Bureaucrats:

They operate

What others made

A breaking efficiency

In copper and in

Oil replaced by

Split atoms, unleaded

Gasoline and now

Other fuels

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The early price

Was trees

And iron from the earth

Water unafraid

Unplastic skies

That might storm

But otherwise

Were trusted

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Press agents lie

Because they forward

An agenda

They were told

Beyond the news

To promulgate

Or else

Lose their jobs

The heroes and the villains

All are mixed

Or so it seems

Because they’re not

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We are blended

Creatures now,

It’s true

Nothing of persisting,

Edenic status

Has existed for a while

And in our

Reconstituting state

Generations are confused

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Hamas has launched

Three thousand rockets

Into Israel

That fights with

More sophistication

Missiles from planes

And from the ground

More of us

Are good at war, these days

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I read the city paper

In the morning

To find out who has

Shot or otherwise killed

Whom

Or who preaches

On Hyde-Park boxes

That it should rain hate

Should we have our way

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There is an answer,

So many traditions

Espouse

It’s a good thing

And nothing new,

Ancient of ages

But statues will have to

Have their clay feet

Scraped out

Then with something better

Slid into place

And shaped

While the rest of us

The citizens, the voters

Hold the upper parts

The structures of society

In place

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See,

Nihilism is not the answer

Nor to fire agencies

Especially with fire

We can keep

The inefficiencies

Of efficiency,

The inexactness

That comforts us

Knowing the machine

Is never all

But flesh and blood

And synapse

And our loves

Matter more

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Next chapter,

All yours

It might be magic

But it’s not:

It’s mortal hands

Moved by mortal hearts

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In the Line of Fire

Photo by Christopher Burns on Unsplash

Hay, Australia

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Faithful Skeptic

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Faithful Skeptic

(spiritual humanist)

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I sin

And then I go to church

How does that work?

We sing that it is well,

Which Saint Julian proposes

We pray for the world

And for concerns

In the parish

We sing some more

We’ll pray some more

Then there will be teaching

(word and sacrament

for those who have sacraments)

Through it all,

We’re singing now

And thank goodness there is

Justice in that

Mingled with grace and mercy

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Through sin and virtue

Through indifference and zeal

Through exhaustion and desire

There is something

Going on,

Something moving

Call it spirit

Call it the orbit of the Earth

And the pressing down of gravity

Call it God’s

Call it nature’s

Call it ours

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And, yes, through it all

It is well

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Saint Julian of Norwich is a saint in the Catholic, Anglican, and Lutheran churches.  Other traditional Protestant churches recognize her standing.  Many Christians of all kinds respect her work in parish service and the service of the Christian Church, overall.  Her name is not known:  she is called Julian because that was the name of the church in Norwich, England where she lived.  She had a cell there, not a jail cell but a hermit’s.  She had a cat.  Each day people of the town would come to her to speak with her through a window, asking her for wisdom and advice.  I’m sorry, I should have mentioned that she lived and worked from the latter decades of the fourteenth century into the first years of the fifteenth century.

She wrote Revelations of Divine Love, a widely-read spiritual text.  It is also taken as the oldest book written in English by a woman.  Two things Julian is popularly known for asserting are the metaphor of the world as a hazelnut (long before William Blake asserted perceiving the world as and through a grain of sand).  And she claimed that, no matter how grim or unhopeful or destructive the world might seem, all shall be well.  She says this many times.

And all shall be well.

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Photo by Külli Kittus on Unsplash

Tallinn, Estonia

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Peaceify

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Peaceify

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I should pray for love

I’ll pray for peace

I should pray for faith

But I’ll take respect

To keep the world

From exploding

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There are molecules

Of everything

In everything

We do our best to clean

The rest is undiffused

Or do I mean

Defused

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There is you in me

And as naturally

Me in you

We have each other

And the answer

To my sibling’s keep

Is yes

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I’ll butter your bread

You’ll butter mine

We will nosh

Then later sit down

For a meal

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This is better than

Negotiation

We can assure

That each one has

What each one has

Better than

Mizpah

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May the Lord watch

Between me and thee

While we are absent

One from another

Mizpah, church fashion

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Nothing is better

For thee than me

Quaker Oats version

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I’ve heard

Golda Meir made deals

In her kitchen

Over bread

I hope it’s true

But we can make it true

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If adversaries sit

In homely comfort

Come to my country

I’ll come to yours

Sit with me

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Bridge

Photo by Ronaldo de Oliveira on Unsplash

Iporanga, Brazil

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Either Way

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Either Way

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White people

Should behave

Black people, too

And everyone between

Or to either side

A line without a center

And no prominence

For anyone

And I can jump my place

With allowance

To come find you

Whiling away some time

With acquaintance

For a start

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Friendship might grow

Might not

There would be freedom

Either way

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Photo by shannon VanDenHeuvel on Unsplash

Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

Published on May 13, 2021

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