These are times that stretch credulity. Nothing in this angst instant is stsble. All that is solid melting into air. 10,000 political tendencies clash and Das Man facing towards both vaccine and other induced death begs for EXILE (think on this idea instead of Escape) preferring this to the horror of revolutionary responsibility. Is this a servile consciousness? Not the revolution liberating all but the EXILE getting the chosen out of dodge led by a mystic teacher. Is it feasible to invert the tale and conquer the one square inch inside of the head of post modern man, the statistically average thermonuclear biotechnology man of speed dwelling in the square inch field of the square inch house—-a situation which presently is highly antagonistic to human wellbeing? Only the spirit can triumph over technics and totalitarianism.
Where’s the trail to Cold Mountain?
Cold Mountain? There’s no clear way.
Ice, in summer, is still frozen.
Bright sun shines through thick fog.
You won’t get there following me.
Your heart and mine are not the same.
If your heart was like mine,
You’d have made it, and be there!
4.20.22 Celebrating the Red Sea-Crossing
04/20/2022 in Written Words
Overshadowed by the excitement and nostalgia of Seder night, the seventh day of Passover – no less a holiday than the first – is often overlooked, yet for many communities it was one of the most exciting and experiential days of the year… the holiday commemorating the Splitting of the Red Sea, which occurred on that very day according to Jewish tradition.
Jewish communities who lived near the beach would go out and recite the “Song of the Sea” as they watched the waves crash down and envisioned the ancient story of the Israelites miraculously crossing the Red Sea…
Communities not fortunate to live on the coast would bring the sea to them, splashing water on the floor of the synagogue or in its courtyard, dancing all night in the puddles and the mud to celebrate the ancient and future redemption!