A meeting of minds as well



A Meeting of Straying Minds

Love is knowing (sort of)
that when I, the vegetarian for many years, grow even more
decrepit, forgetful, blind,
you, who have never
truly understood beans,
will not feed me meat.

It’s a pact that I’ve repeatedly
extracted—”you promise,” I say, nearly
tearful, and you reply, blushingly, yes, no,
of course not
, so I’m pretty clear
that even as you too grow old, you will not
slop me into a chair with your extra chop
at my chin–

But what worries suddenly
is me:
that, after decades of non-carnivorous cravings,
I will slaver, in my senility, for
a sliver of your sirloin.

At first, you will saw the cuts with resistance, your elbow
blocking my claw, but, as I whimper, you just might,
in some trumped-up trompe mind’s l’oeil,
excuse the bloody bits as for my good, a poor
woman’s Procrit,
and, careful to whittle…

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It annoys me that I can’t write such long complex sentences these days and be considered as talented.

St. John One: One

from Reflections on the PsalmsC.S. Lewis pp.96-97

… “We are not riders but pupils in the riding school; for most of us the falls and bruises, the aching muscles and the severity of the exercise, far outweigh those few moments in which we were, to our own astonishment, actually galloping without terror and without disaster. To see what the doctrine really means, we must suppose ourselves to be in perfect love with God–drunk with, drowned in, dissolved by, that delight which, far from remaining pent up within ourselves as incommunicable, hence hardly tolerable, bliss, flows out from  us incessantly again in effortless and  perfect expression, our joy no more separable from the praise in which it liberates and utters itself than the brightness a mirror receives is separable from the brightness it sheds. The Scotch catechism says man’s chief end is “to glorify God and enjoy Him forever”. But we shall then know that these are the same thing. Fully to enjoy is to glorify. In commanding us…

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Almost like reading a tale, felt like it


Just another boring day…
Full of boring routines…
Sitting around thinking…
It ain’t easy being green..

There’s no place for me…
In the world you created…
Green thumbed vagabond…
My history openly stated…

It’s easy to come at me…
When I give you the gun…
It’s an especially easy shot…
Because I’m sitting in the sun…

That’s not what I’m about…
I realize how it will be…
I will cut my own path…
In the open so you see…

I will never be the strongest…
But I can still be the best…
I’ll work smarter than you…
While you hire the rest…

I did terrible in school…
I don’t have a fancy degree…
You made the wrong choice…
The right one was me…

peace – chriscondello

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Inspirational piece

Spun Stardust

I am outside of myself
looking in at a dozen faces
each with a different expression.

They look out at me in confusion
how can I not know who I am
becasue I am them.

I watch myself speak
aloud and interact
with the world outside,

and wonder who it is
that they are seeing
when they look at me,

because all I see
are other people
speaking through myself.

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Time is always an inspirational topic


Time for universal truce, equity,
Honesty, mutual respect and love
Engage in casting aside prejudice,

Paradise eternal shines bright within,
Encouraging, empowering, the brave
Ambassadors of enlightenment to
Come together, to share and to nurture,
Energies combined, helping others to
Free the mind from judging, a few steps more,
Understanding embraced, connectedness
Leading man in selfless acts of kindness

Wave white flags, unite, surrender to peace
A blank canvas to create the path for
Young, old, to join in worldwide harmony

(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved

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