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Using the Devil's Tools"He who sups with the Devil should have a very long spoon" ~ Old English Proverb used by Shakespear and others. Idols of the Good. The Angel had given me an assignment: apply the morality-of-consequences to the problems we face in dealing with the world as it is–with all its evils– as opposed to the world-as-we-might-wish-it-were . It was an invitation to practice one of the specialties of the modern intellectual: iconoclasm. Our conventional... Read More
A Buddhist PrayerTo All My Friends By the power and the truth of this practice, may all beings have happiness, and the causes of happiness. May all be free from sorrow, and the causes of sorrow. May all never be separated from the sacred happiness which is sorrowless. And may all live in equanimity, without too much attachment and too much aversion, And live believing in the equality of all that lives. May all beings be filled with joy and peace. May all bei... Read More
What is Ordained Accepting the Divine Order, it is ordained that unfoldment occur in Grace, and illumination in the Presence of the Word. I AM the Word of Order Born from the Source of all ordering, The Point of Authority, Borne by the breath of the Supernal Speaking my nature. I Am co-creator with the All-begetter. I Am the matrix womb of all the worlds of matter, I Am the Form of the Word. And where there is form there is shadow.... Read More
The pine tree's voiceIs always whispering, Yet how many pause to listen? For when the churning mind is still, The Diamond Heart within Reflects even the falling dusk that Shrouds every eye and branch, And hears, but listens not. Walking, then, with courage and kindness, Never ceasing to walk in Wonder, We follow our ancient path. For the Way of the sword is Folded two; Like the rose we have thorns, And like the rose, we unfold. ... Read More
This Door Hush, Listen, Deep in the months of winter, Fast and thick falls the snow, One color, a thousand mountains, This Door remains unseen, Enshrouded behind the mantle of white, In the joy, the light of summer, The world passes This Door,Grass, dense and green conceal it, Wood chips burn in silence at night, The ancient poems are being read.... Read More
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