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Shared Values

The Shared Values of Spiritual/Political Independents
Respect for the spark of life in every human being.
Respect for the Earth and all living things.
Respect for all cultures, races, genders and religions.
The validity of science, philosophy and spirituality in our search for truth.
Justice and compassion in all human affairs

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I Lie On My Back

I lie on my back on a grassy hill At night alone with the moon and stars And the breath of cool night air Thoughts try to think me And I stop them—they are yesterday And tomorrow—not tonight Where the stillness of this moment Lets me pass into s specialness Of quietness uncomplicated By thinking

Torn World

I watch the dance in the torn world Torn between body and soul The body is animal—The soul is so very human The body is flesh—willing to fight for self The soul is something new on earth Emerging out of Earth into uncharted realms Where caring replaces the self And knowing replaces instinct And the soul discovers love—unknown To the animal but he is fascinated Love and lust become mixed  In the new human brain and.... The confusion is immense— Often beautiful—often violent—often both Then they die—but the soul has left its mark In beauty, in words, in images, in things, in love

Sometimes.....

Sometimes I am stopped dead in my tracks by beauty by something that doesn’t come from within me but something outside of me.
Sometimes a sunrise.I wake before dawn and make coffee and walk out on my back porch.The sun rises with golden rose touches on the clouds.I watch.The sun says “don’t think, just watch” and the sun rises over the ocean, over the mountains and the sleeping city.I drink my coffee in silence. The sun would rise with or without me.
Sometimes a simple blooming lily in the garden next to the building where I live.Age has slowed me down and I notice things that younger, I would have sped right by.Its blossom is small but glorious and I pause and bow to beauty surrounded by traffic and horns and people catching the bus. Knowing this flower would bloom with or without me…with or without the people catching the bus.
I know it won’t make any difference in their life or mine but sometimes A simple unexpected beauty can quiet the ugliness we have to live with.

DESCARTES AND THE CRAZY MAN

Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning The world is not what I want it to be But the world is still the magnificent mystery In which I am stuck between Plato’s ideals And Jesus’s Kingdom and Buddha’s Nirvana And the crazy man at the bus stop
The world—It is in your face. It won’t let you go. Descartes got it right.Throw it all out.It is all A bundle of thought knots: concepts—illusions Birth and death and memory and hope A dance with realities we don’t understand
You Think: The fact that you can doubt your doubts Is a clue.There is a you behind the you you think You are—who loves the ideals, lives in the Kingdom, Dances in Nirvana and gives the crazy man at the bus stop A hug—He stares at you thinking you are crazy.

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There is no church.....

There is no church, no synagogue, no mosque, no temple Big enough to hold my faith—I love the solemn spaces— The stained glass windows of the churches, the golden light Of Buddhist temples, the sacredness of synagogues and the Prayerfulness of the mosque but it is the light of the sun which Lights the windows, the voice of the sutras which greets The Buddha, the prayers of devotion in the mosque that I hear
Light and voice and spirit and faith are my sacred space In which I worship and the world will try to take it away from you At the bus stop, in traffic, in politics, in the evening news, In failed friendships but the sun shines on all of us and Gravity keeps us all in our place while we work it out