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Tuno
Guest
“It is love alone that gives worth to all things.” - St. Teresa of Avila She didn’t in this case say “Christianity,” although she would have no other context of explanation for her experience. The Treasure, my dear friend in experience, is where you found it. How you account for it is your business. If your picture of the Church fits that, fine. I might suspect you have no other significant model as a cognitive line of exegesis. I lucked out and found one that fits better for me. So I continue to maintain, GOOD and religion are independent streams of consideration, only seeming to intersect by dint of need for verification and agreement. As an institution the Church has, in my view, done very poorly on many counts, despite many such exemplary members such as yourself.
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**We, Who Witness the Heart**
We, who witness the Heart, are naked, walking
Bemused through countless avenues of feeling.
We are tracked by the stares of those who hide,
Cowering, not daring to look inside
The deep blue shade that’s caused, somehow,
By living anywhere but Now.
We wander with purpose, undermining
All the ordinary lack of meaning
Of the prosaic run-of-the mill man
Or woman who scrambles to sense what they can
Through the anesthetic layers of culture
Fed to them by any corporate vulture
Who can grab their hungry attention and stuff
Into their minds froth and pale commercial fluff.
You and I have met here serendipitously,
Not looking for each other, but consciously
Knowing that the Universe is not so unkind
As to prevent any true Seeker from the Find
Of this lifetime—or the string of them all—
That would burst them through this world’s sensory wall
Into the Freedom that can send one flying, reeling,
Into the realms of Heartfelt feeling.
Here I truly, squarely stand
Stretching forth this trembling hand
Holding out an olive branch
That is very nearly wrenched
From incoherent fingers
By a shaking that won’t stanch
A feeling that still lingers:
My cheeks are drenched
Weeping, sobbing, belly laughing,
Through the blissful pain of Being.
Laughing through the pain I feel,
Knowing only Now is Real,
I extend my hand to you,
Trusting you can feel this, too.