The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand. Not flesh from tomb, but Self from sleep,Not death undone, but Life made deep.The grave we feared was but a veil,A dream of loss, a ghostly [...]
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul had gone astray. But oh, the [...]
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream. His crown, a helmet; and His cross, a sword;His [...]
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined. No map can chart the seeker’s way,no scholar’s tome, no light of day.For in the dark, the soul takes flight,through shadowed veils to boundless Light. A drop dissolves into the [...]
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow. He knelt in the temple, he fasted, he prayed,Lit incense and candles, his altar arrayed.He chanted the verses, he bowed and he swayed,Yet deep [...]
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul. The Word was spoken, shaped in dust,the hands of God in sacred trust.Not once, not past, not gone away,but rising now, this very day. The flame of stars, [...]
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands. They warned of doors that lock and fade,of veils unpierced, of debts unpaid.A family lost, a Love denied—unless I bowed, unless I tried. But Love is not a fragile thread,nor bound by [...]
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray. But wait—before despair takes hold,There’s Good News, both bright and bold.For God is not a shape or name,But every spark, each breath, each flame. In you, in me, in [...]
Love is known when we are bare... a poem.
Federico Faggin, known for designing the first commercial microprocessor, the Intel 4004, had a "First Vision" type mystical experience in 1990, which inspired him to study consciousness.