Our Actions: Coerced; Compelled; Chosen
Copyright 2017 Don Ray
The answers are all right before us. The structure of existence, the nature of our being, the summary of purpose and meaning, it is all right before us.
Look just a little deeper, just a little deeper.
Gently peel away the worldly façade and recognize what is really transpiring in most of our human endeavors.
Everything we do falls into a few categories. 1) We do that which we think facilitates our survival-security-and comfort. 2) We do that which connects us to something or someone. 3) We do that which is irrationally loving. Continue reading “Our Actions: Coerced, compelled, and chosen”
Bridges of Sound and Light
Copyright 2017 Don Ray
Sound and light, this stuff that serves as the tenuous connection among souls, this flimsy bridge we struggle to refine and craft and carve and polish, then call it “art”.
Sound and light, fleeting and gone in the very moment we perceive them, but imparting some miniscule fraction of another’s soul into our consciousness, thereby making us conscious of our own soul.
The composers and musicians and painters and poets are the spiritual corps of engineers, fabricating their structures to bridge the void between our souls.
Music can shine a light, paintings can stir rhythms, and we are left more human by their touch.
The palette of notes and the chords of colors hover before our consciousness, inviting us to awareness, momentarily filling the void between us, revealing visions and dreams and aspirations shared, their fading echoes and receding glow leaving us a little less alone. Copyright 2017 Don Ray…….share
Pure poetry, of course we need pure poetry.
To capture the Mystery prose does not suffice.
We understand too little,
comprehend too little
to make a pretense of describing or explaining in prose.
Let words and music twist and contort in irrational patterns
in the struggle to touch a heart, to assure a soul. Continue reading “Breeze of the Mystery”
Copyright 2015 Don Ray
Each element of consciousness, each individual soul, knows only that to which it gets exposed by its immediate experiences and that which it is told by the other people around it, exactly analogous to molecules in a fluid flow.
The analogy continues as the molecules and the element of consciousness, a human spirit, get carried along in flows and currents and tides.
Occasionally a wave breaking on rocks or the white water chaos of the rapids will propel an individual element away from the main flow, exposing them in a moment of chaos and confusion and terror to that which is new and alien incomprehensible.
The wrenching trauma of such events may displace that drop of consciousness into a completely Continue reading “Pray alone, that you may love together”