The Crumbs Of Humility
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The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
.
Water turned to wine
The future turned on its head
The gods turned their backs
.
One cup was not passed
One man cried, but not in vain
The Son felt the weight
.
Choice-less awareness
Willingly allowing this
Nothing left to lose
.
Leave it all behind!
Thieves? No longer bothersome
Rust? Not a problem
.
Worldly matters cease
The Son can shine without you
But you without Him?
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February 15, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Just a second, laughter was first.
Here, crosseyed laughter wines down
We are getting to the crust of the matter
Here, we might well iron each other inside out!
Now, pleeese! Jesus loved his disciples.
February 15, 2009 at 6:23 pm
The reason behind this one, Ed?
I have this Sunday morning class,
and we get homework. I had to write
a one page story this week about
my most humbling experience ever.
So the motif had been on my mind.
It’s not THAT hard to crossover, is it?
February 15, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Thanks, Keith, didn’t realise you were involving in classes.
I’m really not sure of MY reasoning in that follow up. It’s just the way it came out with a rather naughty jest among the last line which is fit to be ignored.
I suppose I’m looking for subtle differences between us on that Man. I’ve sometimes felt that you think I add too much to the ‘theology.’ I’m open to being pegged back. Yes, I was searching, maybe. Crossover your bridge, eh?
February 15, 2009 at 8:23 pm
That Man asked a lot from his crew of 12. No doubting allowed.
If it felt as if I was picking on an old wound with a thorn…well,
then the inside/out would be understandable. I don’t mean to be
a subtle prick, but I thought you might have seen this one coming.
Alan Watts used to complain about the lack of Christian poetry,
so I’ve attempted a few, just not many lately. You could add way more.
To there and back, Bilbo! Ready or not, UT
April 8, 2009 at 7:40 pm
From the Tibetan gurus:
“Wouldst thou be saved and hear the whole world cry?”
The crumbs of humility….; ie, what is left over after humility is gone?
Nothing worth the risk of eating too much of, I guess.
April 8, 2009 at 10:05 pm
You don’t know my bread, Samanta.
It is not crumby at all, unless someone says a toast to it.
Perfection is not to be had by the likes of us.
Wee little folks here on planet Earth
will continue to make our messes
and mend our mistakes.
Butter up!
April 8, 2009 at 11:04 pm
Sherry said on Sacred Taboos that He returns us, wee, u and me, TO Perfection.
Perfection being He alone. Lifted out of the getto we get to go home.
When’s dinner, you crusty ol’ tree?
April 8, 2009 at 11:22 pm
You know Sherry, too? Taboo, taboo, taboo!
I sure hope to the high heaven’s He’s perfect,
why else would I ask Him to bless the bread?
Dinner will be ready soon after we clean up some feats.
But first I must multiply the fishies.
Got a basket?
April 10, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Of course It’s Perfect. There is this Awe to be had, a little some of Awe may prove to be awesome. I think perhaps that’s how the people who experienced it started their religious followings. They, then, had this Awe about them.
…couldn’t be helped to gather folowers and writers. It’s a scientific Magnetic Thing going on.
April 12, 2009 at 1:42 pm
marr-i-ed was I
for twenty aught years or so
I could-n’t know him
how then can I think
it would be sill-y to try
You have to want me
April 12, 2009 at 2:47 pm
I ritr the darn awfullest haiku.
Happy Easter! luvs u
April 12, 2009 at 4:33 pm
If it’s a haiku, then that makes sense.
Now, about the other sense in there…
Is ‘You” a generalization? You are too bunny! t
April 12, 2009 at 10:08 pm
Hey, mister! You know I only write spiritual poetry. The You was meant to be capitalized, as well it is. (in#10)
“You have to want me.”
The reference was to Meister Eichart who wrote that “..God needs us a thousand more times than we need him. Thy opening and His entering are but one moment. ” …. SO! … (I will check to be sure it was Meister Eichart.
)
April 12, 2009 at 11:45 pm
It was Meister Eckhart.
April 13, 2009 at 10:22 am
You had me worried there, Sher.
I ran into Eckhart during my readings on evolution 5 yrs. ago.
“Meister Eckhart’s Creation Spirituality”, by M. Fox(1980) is the book.
The last line in Saturday’s piece is in reference to his philosophy.
He wanted us to feel like we belonged to the Royal family.
That doesn’t make us ‘chosen ones’, although it sounds Jewish.
We do the choosing, and we choose You. Come here! Hugz, Keith
April 21, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Meister Eckhart reiterated what Jalalu Din said. “…..this and that.”!
Just opened Underhill’s book looking for Patmore’s quote on the gnat.
Found Rumi saying “this … and…. that”; those being in italics in dear Evelyn’s translation. That “this” love opens and “that” love enters. … Was, like, waiting around.
I love it when things come together.
The gnat? The gnat is a crumb of humility.
April 21, 2009 at 10:48 pm
Well, Sam, now that you say so.
Here are a few lines from William Blake’s,
“Auguries Of Innocence”.
.
The gnat that sings his summer’s song
Poison gets from slander’s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy’s foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist’s jealousy.
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See the whole poem here:
http://www.artofeurope.com/blake/bla3.htm
March 7, 2010 at 9:41 pm
This is amazingly beautiful… you write wonderfully and inspire others to try their own stroke of the ink.
March 7, 2010 at 10:57 pm
Thank you very much, Beachgirl!
I’m glad you like my funky 5-7-5 Jesus haiku.
This was my second post on this one-year old blog.
Boy, have I learned a lot about the big-wide-world since then.
Most of it good, mind you. Behave yourself now. Okay? I will too. UT
August 7, 2010 at 6:16 am
beautiful… some parts just keep echoing in my mind
we all share
gods turn their back
we cry not in vain
nothing left to lose
leave it all behind
August 7, 2010 at 3:56 pm
Dear human being,
Thank you for sacrificing a moment or two of your time
to share that with me. Greetings to you in Iran!
Take care, be good, and stay safe! UT
January 18, 2011 at 9:16 pm
definitely humbling Keith…and a perfect reminder for this week. Thank you Excellent job and I can think of no better reason to write about! Peace be with you.
January 19, 2011 at 3:56 am
Seriously, Stuart…
I’m glad you understood me here,
and I’m glad you comprehend the magnitude
and the depth of a deathless story.
He lives or I’m dead.
April 23, 2011 at 4:04 am
When the storm strikes and the sea swells,
surrender to the serenity of the silent moment,
and you will find love. For surely, He lives.
Today – right now – redeemed.
April 4, 2012 at 7:34 am
The “abundant life”
Jesus offers requires that
I die to self-thought.
-Rich
http://www.eons.com/blogs/entry/240089-Hay-Haiku-of-Jesus-Who-Do-You-Say-That-I-Am-
April 4, 2012 at 6:51 pm
That’s much, much easier said than done. Yes? Jesus did it.
He died to Himself and became God in the process.
That is…if one believes He was a man. God cannot die to Himself -
surely not. He can do anything, but He can’t cease to exist. Right?
April 4, 2012 at 7:12 pm
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