Unlike the Nile…or Thames…or Rio Grande
I need no specific place or time
I have no boundaries…no beginning or end
I claim no place…no one
And I can be claimed by none…
I have become the River…
Untamed by mountains…or rocks…or
Other hardened places…
I find my way eventually
To the source of all rivers…unstoppable
I toil without tiring
I have become the River
Drawing to myself the many tributaries
Which are my sources…
I am full with the many waters
Of this great Eternity…
I flow forever in you…over you…beyond you…
From: Roy Alexander Graham's... “Of Scattered Seed and Broken Souls.”
Monday, March 28, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
Silence
"Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence".
~Desiderata
Our anxious world becomes quite noisy at times. Noise from everywhere, and all the time. Noises that resound with the boisterous demands of a culture that celebrates loudness as if it were an essential element of living.
Beside the many voices and vices in our heads and hearts that seek to live out their many intentions through our actions, there are yet the multitude of actors in the real environment of our daily lives seeking to occupy us with the pointed projections of their volatile interior states.
The blaring microphones and flashing lights that serve the existential volatility of those who would fill us with their froth are a source of disquiet that is potentially maddening. Potentially... because we are not bound to succumb to the cacophonous chorus coming forth from those who would impose a destructive imbalance on our world by way of their over-indulgent egos.
We can silence the noises in our own heads, and we can neutralize the boisterousness in the world around us. A prayer. A cleansing breath. A poem. A moment of love-embracing reflection. The realization of fear-denying clarity. A walk in the woods. A cleansing scream. Embracing the naked truth about our personal aspirations, the fears we harbor, and our disheartening frustrations. Maybe something I haven't said that works for you...
First we must come to terms with the noises in ourselves. Our help? Truth spoken with a daring lack of abrasiveness... Not shouted, just admitted... finally. That truth will vary from one person to the next. Obviously. Each of us must admit it... and speak it... and begin the process of quelling the disquiet that is the source of our disequilibrium.
The noises that pollute our lives are an orchestra of our own persistent dysfunctions on a personal level, and they are symptomatic of a world suffering from an overflow of vanities piled on top of vanities, each seeking supremacy over the other. We eventually become worn out by the superficial nonsense all around us. On radio and television. In print media and movies. In contrived "reality shows". And from one "talking head" to the other.
It is up to each one of us to find the wherewithal to navigate and survive the stream of unconsciousness threatening to sweep us all into a state of obliviousness. We must seek and find that place of balance in our lives that needs no drumbeat. Toward that end, humility helps. We must empty ourselves of our own froth. That froth is the bubbling nonsense in and around us that has no future, because there is no substance therein.
Let us heed what is at once an invitation and an instruction... "Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence". "Silence" is a state of being. Silence is a place in which we can become the persons we long to be. It is a refuge, and way of journeying; a place in which to retreat, and a way of retreating. Silence is an ocean at its deepest depth. Silence is the mountain at its highest peak. Silence is a life lived above and beyond the undulations of our ingrained insecurities. It is that notion beyond words that comes to embrace us in the stillness of a moment of truth. Silence comes to us as a place of clarity.
... . The popping bubbles you hear is a quality of the dissipating froth all around you. Those clarifying notions echoing between our ears are indicators of the changing pressure in the atmosphere of our lives. And finally... the sound of silence. It is as beautiful and as uplifting as a treasure found. Silence reveals itself as a thing of tremendous value and great splendor. Gather it to yourself... Embrace it, and live into its wonderful graces. Take the serenity it brings to you, with you ...everywhere you go.
~Desiderata
Our anxious world becomes quite noisy at times. Noise from everywhere, and all the time. Noises that resound with the boisterous demands of a culture that celebrates loudness as if it were an essential element of living.
Beside the many voices and vices in our heads and hearts that seek to live out their many intentions through our actions, there are yet the multitude of actors in the real environment of our daily lives seeking to occupy us with the pointed projections of their volatile interior states.
The blaring microphones and flashing lights that serve the existential volatility of those who would fill us with their froth are a source of disquiet that is potentially maddening. Potentially... because we are not bound to succumb to the cacophonous chorus coming forth from those who would impose a destructive imbalance on our world by way of their over-indulgent egos.
We can silence the noises in our own heads, and we can neutralize the boisterousness in the world around us. A prayer. A cleansing breath. A poem. A moment of love-embracing reflection. The realization of fear-denying clarity. A walk in the woods. A cleansing scream. Embracing the naked truth about our personal aspirations, the fears we harbor, and our disheartening frustrations. Maybe something I haven't said that works for you...
First we must come to terms with the noises in ourselves. Our help? Truth spoken with a daring lack of abrasiveness... Not shouted, just admitted... finally. That truth will vary from one person to the next. Obviously. Each of us must admit it... and speak it... and begin the process of quelling the disquiet that is the source of our disequilibrium.
The noises that pollute our lives are an orchestra of our own persistent dysfunctions on a personal level, and they are symptomatic of a world suffering from an overflow of vanities piled on top of vanities, each seeking supremacy over the other. We eventually become worn out by the superficial nonsense all around us. On radio and television. In print media and movies. In contrived "reality shows". And from one "talking head" to the other.
It is up to each one of us to find the wherewithal to navigate and survive the stream of unconsciousness threatening to sweep us all into a state of obliviousness. We must seek and find that place of balance in our lives that needs no drumbeat. Toward that end, humility helps. We must empty ourselves of our own froth. That froth is the bubbling nonsense in and around us that has no future, because there is no substance therein.
Let us heed what is at once an invitation and an instruction... "Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence". "Silence" is a state of being. Silence is a place in which we can become the persons we long to be. It is a refuge, and way of journeying; a place in which to retreat, and a way of retreating. Silence is an ocean at its deepest depth. Silence is the mountain at its highest peak. Silence is a life lived above and beyond the undulations of our ingrained insecurities. It is that notion beyond words that comes to embrace us in the stillness of a moment of truth. Silence comes to us as a place of clarity.
... . The popping bubbles you hear is a quality of the dissipating froth all around you. Those clarifying notions echoing between our ears are indicators of the changing pressure in the atmosphere of our lives. And finally... the sound of silence. It is as beautiful and as uplifting as a treasure found. Silence reveals itself as a thing of tremendous value and great splendor. Gather it to yourself... Embrace it, and live into its wonderful graces. Take the serenity it brings to you, with you ...everywhere you go.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Scream
Hell hath no fury like this
And death no dread
Like this dark place to which I sink
And from which
I announce my despair…and give birth
To this unholy thing
That I have borne
And of which I
Am now involuntarily delivered…
A person scorned
Must never know
This gut-wrenching…soul emptying
Unending…light-forbidding tunnel
Into which I have fallen…and
Am falling endlessly…
This black hole that drains…and keeps draining
My heart of its courage
I have hurt… but no more…
The hope of my pain has dissipated
Leaving me numb…and stiff
With the despair of my uncertainty
I am lost
In the gateless penitentiary
Of my lack of grasp
Of time…and space…and feeling
I would cry much louder
Except
I can’t hear myself
From: Roy Alexander Graham's: “Of Scattered Seed and Broken Souls.”
And death no dread
Like this dark place to which I sink
And from which
I announce my despair…and give birth
To this unholy thing
That I have borne
And of which I
Am now involuntarily delivered…
A person scorned
Must never know
This gut-wrenching…soul emptying
Unending…light-forbidding tunnel
Into which I have fallen…and
Am falling endlessly…
This black hole that drains…and keeps draining
My heart of its courage
I have hurt… but no more…
The hope of my pain has dissipated
Leaving me numb…and stiff
With the despair of my uncertainty
I am lost
In the gateless penitentiary
Of my lack of grasp
Of time…and space…and feeling
I would cry much louder
Except
I can’t hear myself
From: Roy Alexander Graham's: “Of Scattered Seed and Broken Souls.”
Friday, March 18, 2016
... And Forgive Us Our Trespasses...
In the course of our lives many of us are led to think about how we can renew ourselves? How do we leave the negative aspects of our past behind us and move to a more improved version of ourselves? Well, we can renew ourselves by renewing our relationships. The renewal of our relationships happen when we engage in the process of forgiving and being forgiven. This is a most fundamental requirement of any process of personal growth. It is a cornerstone of true liberation; one that comes from an acknowledgement of the truth that we are nowhere near being perfect, and neither are the other folks in, or who have been in our lives. We are flawed, and so are they. The barriers to moving forward are inherent in this fact. Yes, this is the self-evident truth of our existence. And it must be dealt with before anything else. Our barriers become stumbling blocks when we attempt to deny that they are there.
We have all heard that confession is good for the soul, it is a cornerstone of our viability as whole persons. Any attempt to build our lives without it will fail. The stumbling blocks that once characterized our interactions however, can become stepping-stones. This becomes possible when we cultivate the wisdom and the courage that are necessary to liberate us from the bad experiences that prevent us from moving forward. As our elders have told told us; speak the truth…call the devil a liar. Release yourself from the overwhelming coercion of not daring to live with the authenticity that being willing to confess your faults brings to your life.
When we are able to speak the truth without malice, we will experience liberation. Truth that is told with healing intent acts as a tonic, as an elixir, and as an antidote. It makes us stronger. It restores our joy. Ultimately, it is the remedy we need for what ails us. Our redemption, our wholeness as human beings, hinges on the necessary work of forgiveness. Our restoration to a state of good spiritual, emotional, and physical health as individuals, as communities, and as a nation is dependent on our ability and willingness to engage in the genuine acts of forgiveness.
To paraphrase a well- known piece of wisdom from Nelson Mandela; to harbor resentment against others is like drinking a poison and hoping it will kill our enemies. Think about that for a moment. It is well said, by whomever had the wisdom to realize it... Forgiveness is not something we do for other people. We do it for ourselves so that we can get better and move on.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Stop Bullying!
The small toe on my left foot sits at a weird angle in relation to the other digits on that foot. This disfigurement happened to me during my ninth grade year. Myself and some of my high school classmates were being pursued after school one day by a fearsome character who haunted our lives almost daily. As I dashed around the corner of one of the buildings in our schoolyard, I drove that toe hard into an obstacle in my path dislocating it. The pain was riveting. The toe was never reset. Thus the lasting disfigurement… the result of my attempt to survive the threats of a vile human being.
This predator would come to our school yard almost daily, armed with a ratchet knife which he kept in full view…swinging it by its ring on his right index finger. I still remember the sneer he wore on his face as he forced pain upon us through the following sick ritual. At the end of the school day he would sit close to a point where he knew we would exit. There he would stoop with a large, heavy stone in front of him. As we passed he demanded, as kind of a tribute to his cruelty, that we each lift this rough heavy rock to our chests and return it to the ground in front of him. With his ratchet knife swinging threateningly around that finger of his, he would dare us to disobey him.
One day a boy in my class, tired of the intimidation, refused to lift that stone. Tired of being bullied, he folded his arms across his chest and stood there in angry defiance. That character, without blinking, flashed open that stainless steel blade and slashed my classmate a bloody curve from the lower lobe of his left ear to the corner of his mouth. For a moment we stood frozen in wide-eyed horror and disbelief. Then we took off running for our lives. About two weeks later this evil menace was involved in a violent confrontation with the police who were investigating the incident. He was shot and killed. This brought an abrupt end to his reign of terror among us.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
The Wisdom To Be Masters Of Our Domain

Reflecting on the ordinary events and circumstances of our everyday lives can, with the right frames of reference, produce deeper insights into our existence. In fact, the extraordinary “revelations” produced by many of our sages are the results of a deeper analysis of events and circumstances that most of us bypass, or otherwise gloss over in the course of our own experiences.
We can connect with our “deeper” selves by cultivating a more acute awareness of the implications of ordinary events and circumstances that occur daily in the various facets of our living. A deeper appreciation of the ordinary lays the foundation for better decision-making. It allows for extraordinary interventions on our part, when faced with critical situations.
We can connect with our “deeper” selves by cultivating a more acute awareness of the implications of ordinary events and circumstances that occur daily in the various facets of our living. A deeper appreciation of the ordinary lays the foundation for better decision-making. It allows for extraordinary interventions on our part, when faced with critical situations.
Take for example the “wisdom of Solomon” as demonstrated in the case of two women who came before him in a dispute over a child. Both women had given birth to sons within a short time of each other. While they slept one of them overlaid her baby, resulting in his death. Now they were before the king, each claiming that the surviving child was hers. After considering the dilemma before him, the king proposes to split the surviving child in two with his sword and give each woman a half of the child. A horrendous proposition, but one readily approved of by the woman who was clearly not the child’s mother.
What mother in her right mind would say yes to such a thing? In a culture where the definition of womanhood is tied to the ability to bear and raise children, some women become desperate about attaining and maintaining that status. But even in that desperation the bond engendered between a mother and child during the course of gestation remains more often than not, durable and unmistakable.
A caring mother would never casually or otherwise agree to such a proposition to resolve this or any other crisis involving her child. The other woman, heartbroken and going out of her mind about the possibility of such a fate for her baby, begged the king to give the child to this other heartless person in order to save its life. This was a demonstration of that motherly affection which we know to be almost universal, and with which most of us can identify. The king, recognizing her motherly instinct, gave the child to this woman. She had, without doubt, authenticated her motherly claim by being willing to save her child’s life even if that meant she was going to lose custody to this desperate person.
A caring mother would never casually or otherwise agree to such a proposition to resolve this or any other crisis involving her child. The other woman, heartbroken and going out of her mind about the possibility of such a fate for her baby, begged the king to give the child to this other heartless person in order to save its life. This was a demonstration of that motherly affection which we know to be almost universal, and with which most of us can identify. The king, recognizing her motherly instinct, gave the child to this woman. She had, without doubt, authenticated her motherly claim by being willing to save her child’s life even if that meant she was going to lose custody to this desperate person.
The king’s action was that of a wise judge. Solomon demonstrated the wisdom derived from an in-depth knowledge of his society’s norms, a real appreciation of the dynamics at work in the socio/cultural environment, and an intimate connection with the complex workings of the human mind and heart. No doubt the king was also helped by his ability and his willingness to be a patient and keen observer of the events unfolding in front of him. We rightly applaud his great judgement, but as we do so it is vital to realize that each of us can give ourselves the benefit of this kind critical ability. We do so by cultivating a dynamic openness of mind and heart which deepens our awareness of the world around us and its workings.
To get a real grasp of the world outside the one we inhabit we must also become daring. We must be willing to delve beneath our own ingrained superficiality. This demands that we unlock the gates of our old familiar comfort zones, and venture into the uncomfortable realm of mindsets and experiences that are foreign to our own experiences. We must become willing to be unkind to our vulnerable sensibilities. Solomon cultivated this critical ability. To be a good king he had no choice. His was a wisdom wrought in the inconvenient, and at times agonizing business of governing. Venturing beyond our vulnerable sensibilities is a daunting challenge, but that is what it takes to be the masters of our domain.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Justice Antonin Scalia's Conservatism: Bombast and Bollocks
It is no secret that there are those in our government who, having lost two Presidential elections to Barack Hussein Obama and the Democrats, have resigned themselves to the prospects of doing everything they can to prevent the President from "Presidenting". Witness the reaction of Senator Mitch McConnell, the Majority Leader of the United States Senate, to the death of Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia. In a not unexpected but nevertheless stunning(sarcasm intended) development, these ardent defenders of the Constitution would now invent every political contrivance to prevent this President from executing his constitutional responsibility to nominate a replacement for the late Justice Scalia.
They are still cringing in their reactionary corners from the establishment of the Affordable Care Act as the law of the land. That is an achievement of this Presidency that has put a hot dagger through the political hearts of these reactionaries. Combine this with other recent rulings that raise the bar of Justice above the narrow economic and cultural interests of the American conservative establishment, and witness the blatant mental and political melt down of these hypocrites. When the usual verbiage of their semantic tool-sets came up short, they resorted to the store of their old cultural bag of shit... Bullshit that is.
Justice Scalia couldn't face the facts of his judicial/cultural ass-whooping in the matters of the standing up of the ACA and Marriage Equality, so in his pain and cultural anguish he resorted to his bag of cultural antiquities... "Giggery-pokery!" he screamed. The linguists among us reveal the meaning of this bit of antiquity as: a manipulative or slyly dishonest act – synonyms include “trickery” or “hocus-pocus”. According to Merriam-Webster, the word is thought to stem from the Scottish phrase joukery-pawkery, jock being "cheat" or "dodge" and "pawk" being to "trick." In his vain originalism he reached beyond the contemporary verbiage available to him in order to mask his hyped-up disgust at progress that he and his kind are impotent to stop.
Between the rulings on Fair Housing, Marriage, and Obamacare, Conservatives in Congress and their servants on the Supreme Court have had no constitutional place to hide from their own giggery-pokery. For better or for worse we are a nation of laws. Not only that... We find ourselves in a cultural-political dynamic that continues to evolve in the direction of greater democracy. According to the Scalia doctrine, any standard of jurisprudence that rebuked his own facile, illegitimate backwardness... was to be considered "trickery".
Jeffrey Toobin in an article in The New Yorker has this to say about Scalia's perspective as a jurist: "... it was in his jurisprudence that Scalia most self-consciously looked to the past. He pioneered “originalism,” a theory holding that the Constitution should be interpreted in line with the beliefs of the white men, many of them slave owners, who ratified it in the late eighteenth century". The historical context observed in Toobin's critique is in and of itself obnoxious enough. Combine that with the fact that we still struggle against the moral short-comings of that period, and what we have is an inexcusable deficiency in Scalia's approach itself... one that we must refuse to continue to tolerate.
The kind of perspective that a Justice like Scalia brings to his work is akin to that which informs the reasoning that is typical of the religious fundamentalists whose brand of "originalism" led them to believe that the earth is flat. This kind of ignorance not only sought to stand in the way of progress, it led to the tragic victimization of anyone who dared to bring a more scientific perspective to bear in their analysis of life and the world we share. It was this kind of unreasonableness that led to the oppression and torturous death of many who dared to expound and live out their own understanding of being in this world.
The backwardness that Justices like Scalia and Thomas represent is thankfully being left in the tragic past in which it functioned to deny equal access to the blessings of Liberty. The days when people were denied the Rights to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness... and when we could expect such a denial to be backed up by the guardians of Justice must, and are passing. The moral "trickery" fueled by rhetorical bombast that passed for Justice in those days is being called by its real name... Bull excrement... Or, in the antiquity of Justice Scalia, ... Bollocks! The reality we wrestle with in our judicial system is that the barbs through which the likes of a Justice Scalia and a Justice Thomas voice their objections to progress, and the moral garb in which they clothe those objections, are terribly soiled by the historically putrid waste of Justice denied.
The work of Justice for All continues among us. With the passing of Antonin Scalia we have good reasons to be enthusiastic about Hope and Change... Remember that? Bombast and bollocks aside, those who were heralds for the demise of this President's "legacy" spoke too soon.
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