Money in our Genes?

With science having advanced so impressively this last century – a minor marker in our human history – it is no longer arguable that fear and anxiety have an organic effect on our health. And since industrialization – another brief but more potent negative marker – we have all discovered the unpleasant circumstance of being polluted inside our private and public environments. And now somewhat cornered, not unlike a frightened raccoon, we react with some terror and rage. (Check the drivers these days including the so-called professionals who barrel through red lights.)

And greed soon rears its despicable face and we collapse morally.

After generations of this unnatural tension, our bodies are disinclined to joy and as parents we are presenting a hereditary blueprint of greed and dismay.

Are we on a weird precipice where we find money in our genes? Such a spiritual dilemma amounts to worse than a pox. We are at risk of losing our sense of goodness, that elusive but vital anchor which may describe our neighbourliness and civility.

We are this neighbourhood, this city, this country. Selling our water and citizenship indifferently doesn’t embolden our grasp of a delicate situation. Our words and deeds are our only hope to reverse this predicament and which may collectively bring light to bear upon those wayward genes of ours. Your grandchildren will be thankful that you have taken this notice.

Guarding the Shape of Man

"As pines keep the shape of the wind
even when the wind has fled, and is no longer there,

so words
guard the shape of man
even when man has fled, and is no longer there."
-George Seferis, 1969.

The word was made flesh
and then there was light.

light is…
The memory of your mother’s laughter. The first smile of your child hearing the laughter of another’s.

light is…

the form of your lover’s legs,
the laughter of girls and young men at play and
the stars at their most mysterious;
the heaven and those sparkling mathematics.


light is…

the science of goodness and the quiet patience scripted across the countenance of God.

light is…

the warmth of her flesh and the pulse of his sex.

light is…

the opening red flower with its pearl white underpinnings surprising you. And the colour of your tears.

light is…

the tone of his skin and the hue of his hair under that silent moonshine.

light is…

the shadows of our worst fears and the glory of our victories.

light is…

the knowing of humanity and those who hear the first words of the personality of the infinite.

Light is hearing of words spontaneously spoken which give freedom.

Light is the form of hope which drives us to persevere and persevere we must to see… light is ultimately Love and the form of Knowing Itself.

light is…

our beginning with absolute innocence and our knowing of the delicate frame of our mortality, as we wait. Finally, without trepidation, because you see Light escorts us to more chambers of divinity.

Light is detail and clarity. “Be here now?" No. Be with Light in all its complexity and about the rooms in His palace… all of which offer more radiance, warmth and at last, Light.