Institutional Christianity has hardly contemplated the possibility that the consciousness of Jesus might be the consciousness of the Christian, that the whole point of the Gospel is that everyone may experience union with God in the same way as Jesus himself.
~ Alan Watts
Writers, when you are
open to the Spirit within,
your words are used
to co-create the world.© 2014 Dennis Ference
Do not fear change;
do not run or hide
from it.
Through it all,
be who you are;
do what you must do;
and trust
that’s enough,
more than enough.© 2017 Dennis Ference
If we can truthfully concede
that darkness and shadow
have legitimate roles
to play in the real universe
of which we are a part,
we increase our options greatly
for transcending the inevitable
pain and suffering of life.© 2015 Dennis Ference
There is no room
for our imagined,
demanding
perfections
in the choice
to live out
this one,
singular
moment.© 2017 Dennis Ference
Missteps and stumbles,
no matter how many,
cannot define
or limit your walk
when humility and gratitude
are your companions
along the way.© 2014 Dennis Ference
An inclusiveness
that is merely cosmetic
is only that
and should not be
touted as something more.© 2017 Dennis Ference
My eight-year-old granddaughter, Elizabeth, and I were kicking back in her room and riding the drafts of imagination wherever they might fly. As this particular story unfolded, we were sitting next to her small desk and cutting up downy feathers from a craft variety pack of “stuff”. I, regrettably, was big-time antsy, a sciatic nerve challenging me to find a comfortable spot on an uncomfortable, child-sized chair. Nonetheless, I was enjoying the easy banter and the sudden twists and turns that often come when Elizabeth has taken the lead. We were cutting the feathers up into small bits, as I recall, to create a soft garment for the imaginary store we were “hired” to supply.
Well, the bag of feathers was large, and after a while, I thought that maybe we had cut enough for the purpose at hand, but she informed me that wasn’t the case, and so we continued our tedious task. A little later, again I raised the same possibility, plus maybe her room was getting a little messy, fluffy down, by then, flying everywhere I looked. I further threw in the thought that perhaps her parents would be unhappy if we cut up each and every feather she had. Not even bothering to look up at me, Elizabeth continued to cut. Finally, as we just about reached the bottom of the bag, and I had thrown out my last obsessive gambit, the philosopher in Elizabeth announced with thoughtful aplomb, “You know, Papa, life is more than feathers.” Amen, Elizabeth! Amen!
© 2014 Dennis Ference
Be discerning
with the “wisdom”
offered by those
unwilling or unable
to examine humbly and honestly
their own shortcomings and flaws.© 2017 Dennis Ference
One day you will ask me
which is more important? My life or yours?
I will say mine and you will walk away
not knowing that you are my life.― Khalil Gibran
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