Open-Secrets

Category: Poetry

  • Medical Research Freed from Religion

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    Medicine, 1080
    Medical research progresses at the Benedictine school associated with the monastery established at Monte Cassino in 529.

    Arabian, Jewish, and Greco-Roman medical works are translated into Latin by Constantine the African, a physician who has studied medicine and magic at Babylon and who is now disguised as a monk. His translations of Galen and Avicenna help to emancipate medicine from the religious bonds that have held it.

    Has medicine ever really been emancipated from religion? What say you about stem cell research?

    Image by Markus Wittl

     

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  • 2007 – The End

    rumiThe Soul Wakes - Rumi In SongA calligraphy near Rumi’s tomb reads: “after my death, don’t seek my tomb in the earth, for my grave is in the hearts of the men of mystical knowledge.”

     

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  • Remembering Carol

    Carol papuga dave

    My friend stopped dreaming today
      She opened her eyes in the other world

    A kaleidoscope of tears assaults and soothes my soul
      Love & Rage, Joy & Sadness, Anguish & Understanding
    A shower of memories – like fairy dust
      Illuminates our time together
    In every future moment
      I will miss you – as I wonder
    How is this possible?
      When everywhere I look inside of me
     There you are

    Hearken to this reed forlorn
     Breathing ever since was torn
    From its rushy bed a strain
     Of impassioned love and pain

    The secret of my song though near
     None can see and none can hear
    Oh for a friend to know the sign
     And mingle all their soul with mine

    Twas the wine of God inspired me
     Twas the flame of God that fired me
    If thou wouldst know how lovers bleed
     Hearken, hearken to the reed  –  Rumi

     

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  • Stillness

    You tell me

    How to stop

     

    When I spread my arms

    To hold it back

    The current became the wind

    Whistling between my legs

    I came inside to escape

    It followed me in as infinite stillness

    Now that I’ve tasted that

    There’s no escape

     

    Beware

    My friend

    Stillness

    Will steal you

    From yourself

     

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  • Complaining

    God!

    You should hear

    Me complain!

     

    About this lack of sleep

    You’d never know

    I’ve just awakened

    From a fifty-year snooze

     

    Every time I try to relax

    A new tale from beyond

    Enters my head

    Going on and on

    Like a broken record

    Until I let it out

     

    Or, some soft kiss

    Steals into my heart

    Setting it on wing

    This canary’s very nature

    Is endless sweet song

     

    There’s no time to rest

    The grave is rushing toward us

    Like a runaway train

    Don’t be struck

    Deaf, dumb and dead

    Before your time

     

    Choose your death wisely

    Crack your heart-seed open now

    Die in this moment

    Singing your birth-song

    And you into existence

     

    Come join me

    In this delicious misery

    God

    Wants to hear

    You complain too!

  • Precious

    If you travel further

    Than the tip of your nose

    You have gone too far

    To kiss what is

    Truly Precious

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