This is my church.
This is my church.
Adelanto Detainee Center is a Prison For-Profit, housing 1600 men furnished by ICE.
contents:These audio files are in order chronologically via date, hour, minute, second.
Thus half I heard
Dokusan, a visitor, questioning: “Does a dog have UCC-nature?”
Bitte, a bishop, muttering: “You’re welcome”
This is my church. Its members include muslim, hindu, buddhist, christian, jew, sikh, parsi, skeptic, the broken and the tired, the trusting and the innocent, the odd and the even.
Meetup. Rejoice. Serve.
Nepenthes adnata is a tropical pitcher plant endemic to Sumatra where it grows on mossy sandstone cliff faces above the Tjampo River.
Insects seeking nectar from glands below the pitcher’s rim lose their footing and fall into a pool of acid and digestive enzymes in the bottom of the pitcher. Most struggle until they drown. A few manage to swim to the sides and succeed in scaling the wall into a zone of digestive glands, only to become hopelessly mired in sticky juice.
Listen to the story told by the reed,
of being separated.
‘Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.
Anyone apart from someone he loves
understands what I say.
Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.
At any gathering I am there,
mingling in the laughing and grieving,
a friend to each, but few
will hear the secrets hidden
within the notes. No ears for that.
Body flowing out of spirit,
spirit up from body: no concealing
that mixing. But it’s not given us
to see the soul.
The reed flute
is fire, not wind. Be that empty.’
Hear the love-fire tangled
in the reed notes, as bewilderment
melts into wine.
The reed is a friend
to all who want the fabric torn
and drawn away.
The reed is hurt and salve combining.
Intimacy and longing for
intimacy, one song
A disastrous surrender,
and a fine love, together.
The one who secretly hears this
is senseless. A tongue has
one customer, the ear.
If a sugarcane flute had no effect,
it would not have been able to make sugar
in the reedbed. Whatever sound
it makes is for everyone.
Days full of wanting, let them go by
without worrying that they do.
Stay where you are, inside
such a pure, hollow note.
Every thirst gets satisfied except
that of these fish, the mystics,
who swim an ocean of grace
still somehow longing for it!
(No one lives inside without
being nourished every day.)
But if someone doesn’t want
to hear the song of the reed flute,
it’s best to cut conversation short,
say goodbye, and leave.
–Version by Coleman Barks. From “Say I Am You: Rumi"
(Athens, Georgia: Maypop Books, 1994, pp. 48-49); re-printed in
"The Essential Rumi,” pp. 17-19. Original formatting changed here, in order to accord with the original Persian format. [Lines indicated by a capital letter are invented and have no basis in the Persian text.
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May you be filled with peace, My 0wn Self
When WordPress began inserting advertising in my blog there, I decided not to renew the domain with WordPress (guyatree.com) all the while thinking my WordPress account would revert to guyatree.wordpress.com, even after payments from me stopped.
When I told WordPress a month in advance why I was not renewing, and how upset I was that they were inserting ads into my paid-for blog, WordPress did not reply. Instead, WordPress did put up a notice at my gravatar account advising readers that I had not renewed guyatree.com, but (as if solace) hey– readers can still access guyatree’s WordPress postings via guyatree.wordpress.com’
Except WordPress won’t let readers access the posts. Instead wordpress blocks access, even unto this day.
Too, gravatar, which is owned by WordPress, no longer allows me to edit my online accounts linked with them, just as “my” wordpress blog stays “open” even though access to readers is blocked by WordPress.
From my experiences with WordPress and Gravatar, I suggest no one buy a domain from WordPress (unless you plan to pay them for like evuh.)
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