Thinking as best I may
of all humans
who have in all time
dwelt upon our planet
Thinking swiftly of all those I have known
family, friends, unfriendlies, antisocials,
successful and unsuccessful,
exalted and tortured
And thinking of planet earth
as I have come to know it
by direct experiencings, and 36 encirclings,
thousands of continental criss-crossings,
and millions of local to and fro-ings
And thinking of our planets bigness to me
at almost negligible magnitude
our planet of only one small star
in our galaxy of 100 billion stars
which is only one of the now-known
billion such galaxies
And trying to think omni-inclusively
on behalf of all histories earthian humans
I say in my thoughts
ever reminding myself
as I progress in thinking
that I am speaking only
on behalf of all individuals
present and past
and to come
I say
Our God
Who art in we even
even we who know most intimately
of our own weaknesses, failures, faults
and outright sins
our selfishnesses, fears, and cupidity
our moments of jealousy, rage, and hate
secret cover ups, lies and self deceits
God even of we
our God
our intuitively apprehended
comprehensive admonisher
and Omni-experience is your Identity.
You have given us
because You are Omni-experience
overwhelming manifest:
of Your complete knowledge
(There is that Universe working there)
Your complete comprehension
Your complete concern
Your complete wisdom
Your complete responsibility
Your complete coordination
Your complete competence to cope positively with
any and all problems
And Your utter reliability always so to do
Yours, Dear God
is all the glory
(people talk about glory and say but without this extraordinary Thing, how are there even words, even the word glory whatever it is awe, every credit, is completely God's we have nothing to do with it)
You are the utterly mysterious Integrity
Of omni-regenerative Universe
We have absolute confidence and faith in You
You are the Synergetic Integral of All Truths as
best we can see
And we worship You
awe-inspiredly,
thankfully
rejoicingly and
lovingly
For it is humanly feasible
To be in awe of Truth
humanly feasible to be thankful for
and to rejoice
and to love the Truth
(I found this very beautiful, this is when I knew I could really love that Truth so it isn't just vapid words)
All of which lead to Absolute Truth
beyond the comprehension of humans.

-rbf

Please, hear my plea!

Cucuroo carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack
Won't you please hear my plea

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack

-fz

MONTH OF STRENGTH
A RED MONTH
OCTOBER 27 THROUGH TO NOVEMBER 24 2005

Strength follows Victory. To overcome is to win the crown of Life.

Look over the territory of Life that is yours with cool objectivity. Choose substantial challenges in accordance with your potential. Take a big bite out of the new play.

The Commander note is born. Take hold of your destiny. Exercise the potency of focalized energy. Power = Worship.

There are different degrees of strength. Silence is strength, contained ecstacy; passionate outburst. Learn the use of wattage required. Change voltage daily.

The First Commandment rules.

Drink deeply from the Water of Life now available on the planet. Body, mind, soul and personality blossom as you give away what you receive.

Self Love is the key.

-wb

When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?"

Wherefore he called to his wife and fled to fashion his work anew--
The first of his race who cared a fig for the first, most dread review;
And he left his lore to the use of his sons--and that was a glorious gain
When the Devil chuckled: "Is it Art?" in the ear of the branded Cain.

They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart,
Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: "It's striking, but is it Art?"
The stone was dropped by the quarry-side, and the idle derrick swung,
While each man talked of the aims of art, and each in an alien tongue.

They fought and they talked in the north and the south, they talked and they fought in the west,
Till the waters rose on the jabbering land, and the poor Red Clay had rest--
Had rest till the dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start,
And the Devil bubbled below the keel: "It's human, but is it Art?"

The tale is old as the Eden Tree--as new as the new-cut tooth--
For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of Art and Truth;
And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart,
The Devil drum on the darkened pane: "You did it, but was it Art?"

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg,
We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yolk of an addled egg,
We know that the tail must wag the dog, as the horse is drawn by the cart;
But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: "It's clever, but is it Art?"

When the flicker of London's sun falls faint on the club-room's green and gold,
The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mold--
They scratch with their pens in the mold of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start
When the Devil mutters behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it art?"

Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the four great rivers flow,
And the wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago,
And if we could come when the sentry slept, and softly scurry through,
By the favor of God we might know as much--as our father Adam knew.

-rk