Beyond the limits of longing

It's the Moon's day … waxing from its New Moon eclipse on another bitterly cold day in Okieland . . .in the mailbox:

Martin Luther King, Jr. would have been 95 years old today. He was born on this day in 1929, Atlanta, Georgia.

Yesterday's blog theme reflected upon the chaos of duality. After I posted and returned to the mailbox, I found a note from Richard Rohr: If we are to live on this Earth, we cannot bypass the necessary tension of holding contraries and inconsistencies together.

Among those tensions is this one: “We are not okay. Our privilege comes at a cost.” – Ayesha Khan, Ph.D.

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

The birth of an idea in a mind — the conception of something improbable and lovely out of the cold clay of the ordinary — is one of the great miracles of existence. – Maria Popova,

The “real” is not always inaccessible. “At the very moment at which philosophy says you can't directly access the real, we are drilling down ever deeper into it.” – Timothy Merton, from his book Dark Ecology.

First Lessons

– after Rilke

Creation speaks to us

as we are made walking

silently into the light.

The words we dimly hear:

Go out beyond

the limits of longing.

Go beyond your recall.

Keep going.

There are countries built by rule games

only some of which are written.

Pay attention to those that begin with

“Take the following rules seriously.”

Nearby is the country called life.

You will know it by its seriousness.

Know also,

you are not alone.

– JB