On Emerging from Fundamentalism & Turning 75

On Emerging from Fundamentalism & Turning 75

As old ways of thinking collapse
and a new birthing emerges
my heart travels with this wisdom

I am you and
you are me and
I love you and

I love me and 
I love we
for we are celebrations of diversity

REFLECTIONS:
On this day of Nov. 4th, in 1948 at 12:34AM, a boy child was born. At 9 years of age, he cursed God and parents and life and considered how to use a rope and ladder and hang himself. "That'll teach them," he thought. This was his idea of revenge for an involuntary birth into an evil and painful world. The suicidal tendencies haunted me for another two decades; the self-destructive propensities for more.

Today, as this boy-man turns 3/4 of a century old, I am blessed to live a life overflowing with love and blessings. The journey has been long, challenging, and from here, oh so rich and rewarding. 

And so it is that with this poem, I wish to celebrate our journey together... into remembering our innate belonging and wholeness, for we are indeed beings of inter-being. And it is with this poem also that I share this prayer for myself, that I may also indeed, become good compost for all that are yet unborn.

I love you, dear friends, family, kindred of bark and fur and feather and fin... Than you for this inter-breathing.

“Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

Jesus, Matthew 25:40 KJV

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