JOHN METZGER Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name. Thy kingdom nada, they will be nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us ourMessage 1 of 1 , Dec 8 10:33 AMView SourceJOHN METZGER
Our nada who art in nada,
nada be thy name.
Thy kingdom nada, they
will be nada as it is in nada.
Give us this nada our daily nada
and nada us our nada as we
nada our nadas
and nada us into nada
but deliver us from nada;
Hail nothing full of nothing,
nothing is with thee.
Ernest Hemingway, in A Clean Well-Lighted Place
There's a joke about Col. Sanders of Kentucky Fried Chicken
offering the Pope 5 million dollars to change the prayer to
'give us this day our daily chicken'. He does, calls in the
cardinals and tells them, We've lost the Wonder Bread
Funny that those links would be posted by the man named
Along a similar vein, harhar, I was overtaken today by an
intense urge to eat red meat.
This compulsion surfaced while on the way to a very good
vegetarian restaurant with John and his brother, Harrison. I
simply couldn't stomach, harhar, eating another vegetable or
piece of bread.
So, after an intense discussion wherein John and Harrison
looked at me, the 'vegetarian' since 1995, like I had fallen
from a spaceship in the sky and were told in no uncertain
tones (Harrison pretended there was something very
interesting in the sky, <g>, oh, yes, I was behaving badly...
that is how strong the craving was) that we had to go
someplace that served meat and not just any meat but red meat
and if they didn't want to go I would leave them at that
vegetable restaurant and go out on my own...
...we finally arrived at a restaurant where I could order
steak. First steak in many more than the six years of
vegetarianism. Told the waitress I wanted the steak, hold
everything else. No fries. No mashed potatoes. No green
beans. No nothing. No kidding.
When the waitress asked me how I wanted my steak, I couldn't
figure out what she was asking. I thought: I want it on a
plate. (Just hurry the hell up. <g>) The word 'medium'
(middle of the road, safety first, not too much either way)
popped out of my mouth, unbidden, from dusty parts of my
Whew, that felt great, though I am a bit confused by it
all... and a bit surprised that after eating that huge steak,
I could still be hungry, yet feel like throwing up at the
from Thomas Merton list
with just such a kiss
....unwished for or wished for, there is only longing for
itself... forever and ever attempting to define and imagine itself.
-Mira Baartmans Valentine
arianhod is wasting into darkness
the solar wind whispers into decline
first frost has come,
silenced the hoary wind
slicked the surface,
stilled frenetic waters
amethyst amidst pine bows and holly
bayberry sweetens cranberry candles
the darkness of yule,
crackling the snowy hearth,
a sapphire log
what holy king arising shines brightly
with naked feet cracks fragile surfaces
beyond true north,
behind all that glimmers
a new gathering,
greatness yet to come
slinks deeper into dark liquidity
heart of hearts, arianhods purple womb
out of darkness,
shivers silver waters
how this empress soars to bear us a king
maiden, mother, queen, ancient beyond ages
whose child hers,
hoverings on angel wings
not even arianhod,
dare us tell
bitter candles and sweetest bayberry
the dark amethyst kiss of mistletoe
frenetic waters lurk,
beneath still ice
out of hoary silence,
a snowflake falls
a sun whispers to its beloved moon
darkly fertility comes upon us
merlyn kisses nimues purple lips
arianhod is pregnant once again
with just such a dying as that dark one
we kiss always to begin once again
mark christopher valentine
(december 7, 2001)
from See-What-Is list
At every moment,
any remaining rubbish
is subject to immediate removal.
All now required
is clear seeing
of whatever may appear.
Every guru appears in experience.
Indeed, experience is the guru.
Whether discovering birth,
weathering crisis du jour,
or facing impending death,
everything that may be needed
is now present for witnessing.
While even the most ardent effort
admits no glimmer of light,
personality is cleansed
in the radiance of involuntary awareness.
(c) 2001 thomas murphy