Caressing Duende
from my archives,
REFLECTION
"Reflect - reflect on the Passion - reflect on your inner shattered self!"
The words come so easily to those distant - far removed from churning,
colliding voices, more felt than heard, that turn will into fearful survival.
Oh, He is there, I know. Yet I will always seek some reflection in another.
Why is the natural found communication of interchanged intellect
by which we test dreams and idle thought called a manipulation game?
But the process of reflecting back of spirit, as defined by ministry,
is 'shining forth for others", a sign of blessed holiest intent?
If we are to pay attention to discovery of divinity within,
and provide a sense of image through gifted reflection for a friend,
then are we not to embrace all engagement with another yearning spirit?
How else can emerging humility, and charity and love be measured?
The cymbals clash in a dichotomy of directed paths of redemption,
where answers may best found in silent contemplation and internal view.
Yet public acclaim and witnessing are avowed as the surest and holiest
support of community reflection and sense of thankful gifted restoration.
Can I do both? Is the secret to be a traveler to inner peace
so that all can see, by example, the reflection of our barren cross?
Or is it more blessed to serve as reflective ear and smile for another,
and to take up a little weight from their exhausted and crumpled spirit?
Ken Muller (aka faucon or papa)
posted by Anonymous @ 6:36 PM
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Welcome my friend! A most fantastical addition ye be to these hallowed halls and hollowed walls!
Here, you will find me Costello, the Alchemist, abiding in my tall towered lair rubbing two thoughts together in everhope of golden words. Costello is fond of . . . complications and likes to keep things ‘lively’ for the Abbess, always remembering that there is nothing quite as sad as a palled Prioress, a spent sister or a nodding nun. Alliteration and altercation, both dirty jobs, but someone's got to do them.
And here you reflect upon the Dichotomy Dance, the always wondered song of cause and effect, motivations and motion, communications and communion the proverbial pas de deux of the chicken and the egg. I know the steps, if it the reel is not played too fast.
Come in, faucon, come in! Your wisdom will be most welcome!
COSTELLO
Instinctively I say "it is more blessed to serve as reflective ear and smile for another, and to take up a little weight from their exhausted and crumpled spirit?" but perhaps I am just wearing my cross on my sleeve.
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