When in the soul of the serene disciple
With no more Fathers to imitate
Poverty is a success,
It is a small thing to say the roof is gone:
He has not even a house.
Stars, as well as friends,
Are angry with the noble ruin.
Saints depart in several directions.
There is no longer any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.
Here you will find
Neither a proverb nor a memorandum.
There are no ways,
No methods to admire
Where poverty is no achievement.
His God lives in his emptiness like an affliction.
What choice remains?
Well, to be ordinary is not a choice:
It is the usual freedom
Of men without visions.
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
to fashion universes out of emptiness
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
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