Hunger for ruin
Blind force to destroy, conquer
An angry God screams
Religion
New World (Part 8) – A Poetry Journal
4-25-22 – 1:19 p.m.
There needs to be divine justice for the world to make sense. Otherwise, our lives are meaningless, and the wicked get away with everything. I saw glimpses of redemption in my father’s face before he died. There were shards of light in his dark eyes that shined amid the hazy, drug-induced stupor.
There’s a part of me I don’t recognize. It’s the part I repress and push down; it comes bursting forth sometimes. The collective unconscious is very real, no matter what you may think. We are not blank slates, and we’ve lived many lifetimes before this one. Each soul is reincarnated and recycled.
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Daily Quote: Sunlight is but a Shadow
“I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.” – Arthur Schopenhauer
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Perpetual Sweetness (a poem)
I’ll see you on the other side
Where God makes all things right
After the destruction
Comes the everlasting light
All the things we’ve done
The good and the bad
Are unified and made whole
At last, we understand
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Hell-Fire Cosmos (a haiku)
Hell-fire time lapsing
Sequence of the dark cosmos
Shapeshifting, devours me
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Daily Quote: Doubt is an Element of Faith
“Doubt isn’t the opposite of faith; it is an element of faith… Sometimes I think it is my mission to bring faith to the faithless, and doubt to the faithful.” – Paul Tillich
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Cosmic Acceptance (6-word story)
New World (Part 5) – A Poetry Journal
2-13-22 – 10:03 a.m.
The crucifix over my desk reminds me that I’m a small part of a larger whole among the billions of people on earth. I don’t go to church. Nor do I even know if I believe in Jesus. But my Catholic roots have stayed with me. No matter how terrible the Church has been, the traditions still speak to me.
My dreams speak to me, too. The moon was bright in the sky last night. I’m not sure what phase it was in, but it was partially concealed. I’ve read before about how the moon is so powerful it can affect our moods. This makes sense since it often affects the tides in the sea. When she is in Texas this week, we’ll both look up and see the same glowing orb. It will bring me comfort.
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Cosmic Dance (graphic art)
