words that tumble forth


My ego wants to wax poetic, to trudge through the toil of writing a series of words that might capture the heart of a judge and win a prize, so that those who said I’d “be nothing” can eat their words.

But I don’t write for my ego; I write to record the words that tumble forth from the darkness.

When I was a child, the darkness was terrifying — it was the void where demons and other evil creatures waited to steal souls.

But now, the darkness holds all the brilliance of G-d’s Light. It houses the Eternal Lover who beckons, who wants only that I learn to find peace and joy, so that I might be available to help others as they learn to find peace and joy.

So I close my eyes to the world where my ego lives with other people, open my soul to the eternity that is my Home, and listen for words that tumble forth from the darkness . . .


Hoping Shabbat brings a blessed peace in which each of us finds at least a few moments free of the hectic grind and constant noise of 21st century life, so that we might reconnect to The Holy One, whose divine spark resides within each of us . . . jen

And I wonder . . .


The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you, as life is in every seed. O servant! put false pride away, and seek for Him within you.

A million suns are ablaze with light, The sea of blue spreads in the sky, The fever of life is stilled, and all stains are washed away; when I sit in the midst of that world.

Hark to the unstruck bells and drums! Take your delight in love! Rains pour down without water, and the rivers are streams of light. One Love it is that pervades the whole world, few there are who know it fully:

They are blind who hope to see it by the light of reason, that reason which is the cause of separation— The House of Reason is very far away!

How blessed is Kabîr, that amidst this great joy he sings within his own vessel. It is the music of the meeting of soul with soul; It is the music of the forgetting of sorrows; It is the music that transcends all coming in and all going forth.

Excerpt From: Kabir. “Songs of Kabir.” iBooks. 

And I wonder…

if I 

-raised a Baptist, Jew by choice- 

can find holiness in the words of Kabir 

-self-professed child of both Allah and Ram-

… why is there strife between Sunni and Shia??  Muslim and Jew??  any two people based on religious difference??

As Kabir said above, G-d is in all of us.  If we put away our false pride, we will see…


with prayers for peace, jen

My I & My me


My I is an It for the whole world to see. My me is a hidden soul who longs to live free. I has degrees and a profession, a job I must do. Me spends every day finding Thou inside each you, praying a day will come when all people are Free to acknowledge they are Thou so I can always live as me. 

shavua tov to all; may it be a good week, a week of peace, jen

Theology of Love


I don’t usually post on Shabbat, but I picked up a book of Thomas Merton quotes this morning and read a passage that seems too timely to not share.  

A theology of love cannot afford to be sentimental. It cannot afford to preach edifying generalities about charity, while identifying “peace” with mere established power and legalized violence against the oppressed.  A theology of love cannot be allowed merely to serve the interests of the rich and powerful, justifying their wars, their violence and their bombs, while exhorting the poor and underprivileged to practice patience, meekness, long suffering and to solve their problems, if at all, non-violently. 

The theology of love must seek to deal realistically with the evil and injustice in the world, and not merely to compromise with them. Such a theology will have to take note of the ambiguous realities of politics, without embracing the specious myth of a “realism” that merely justifies force in the service of established power. Theology does not exist merely to appease the already too untroubled conscience of the powerful and the established. A theology of love may also conceivably turn out to be a theology of revolution.  In any case, it is a theology of resistance, a refusal of the evil that reduces a brother to homicidal desperation. 

Thomas Merton, at 8-9, Faith and Violence (Notre Dame, Ind.: Universoty of Notre Dame Press, 1968), as quoted in Seeds at 129-30, Robert Inchausti, ed., (Shambhala Pub., Boston, 2002) (italic in original). 


I do not mean -and I do not think Merton meant- to suggest there is ever a valid justification for murder.   It is, after all, prohibited by the Ten Commandments.  

I mean only to remind myself, and (G-d willing) perhaps a few others, that I must more consistently find nonviolent means to challenge “the too untroubled conscience of the powerful and the established,” because as I look at the world we all share, I see too many examples of inequity that I cannot tolerate if I wish to consider myself a person who lives a life grounded in a Theology of Love.  

…may the rest of Shabbat bring shalom to our too-fractured world… jen

The Holy G-d of Unity


The Holy G-d of Unity
When the curtain was dropped,
‘I’ had to bow before ‘me,’
for ‘me’ lives eternally in
the One who was, is, will be.
No more of the rat race
–the quest for more things.
A simple life of contemplation
–the deep joy that it brings.
My books and a mattress
are all that I need.
Learning to ignore ‘wants’
so my soul is fully freed
to live as G-d directs
with love and not fear,
surrounded by others
to whom G-d is dear,
regardless their religion
or the name by which they call
The Holy G-d of Unity,
the One who animates us all.


b’shalom, jen