The Gaze looks out from itself; but not really…
We blink in the mirror and what do we see?
Is it me, you, them, us, we?
Broken images can make the best of friends
Passageways of participation cloud clarity
But winds of past loves can be worn as comfort at home
Another world is only a mistaken case of creation
That fails to feel its own self-groaning
We pass each other BY without knowing the way
We pass INTO each other without sight
Yet a star stifled will still shine its invisible rays
Marking the only real transmission of Truth!…
Almost 20 years ago, realizing that he was dying, my brother asked me to help him choose a scripture that could be shared at his memorial. Inasmuch as it was a difficult request for him to make (and for me to hear), it was an even greater moment of grace and presence for me, and I am convinced for him as well.…
There is a scene in the recent film, BIRDMAN, where two of the characters engage in a game of truth or dare on a building rooftop in midtown Manhattan. Throughout the course of the dialogue, one of the characters chooses “truth” over “dare” without exception. …
To venture into a totally unscientific description… if time is pushed forward, so to speak, by space expanding outward (accompanied by light, matter and energy), it seems curious that we as humans do tend to, as the Danish philosopher, Kierkegaard put it, understand life backwards*. 
Mark’s gospel reading about the healing of the paralytic is a busy reading with seemingly many different levels of engagement going on (