• The Formless Pose

    There is a certain existential fatalism that comes to many of us as we get older.  We come to realize that nothing we do really does matter in the end.  An inexorable anonymity inundates our being when we die.  It’s why we strive so hard to have children—so that a certain part of us lives […]

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  • God, the Unnamed

    Humans seem obsessed with naming things—themselves, the places they live, the species, the stars and planets.  They divide time and christen the epochs, as if these things last in time. For time itself exists only to be divided, only if it is ripped into eras and millennia and moments. And we aim outside of time, […]

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  • Going Inside

    A person can learn as much by going inside as they can by seeking knowledge from the outside.  Eventually, all the knowledge we acquire from the outside points back into ourselves, to the knowledge we can only acquire by going inside.  So when I’m in crisis, or just plain lonely, reaching out is important.  But […]

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  • Here and Now

    If I can’t find what I’m looking for in myself, how will I ever find it in someone else?

    If I can’t recognize what I’m missing here, how will I recognize it there?

    If I’m not content with the things I have, what makes me think other things will content me more?

     

    If I’m not happy now, I […]

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  • I Can Be My stories, or I Can Be Me

    My narratives about the way life is, about the way other people are, are just scripts to protect me from really feeling and from really examining my life.  These stories I make up about myself, about others and about the world are the way I protect myself from disappointment and sadness.  These feelings then pass […]

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  • I Make It All Up as I Go Along

    The question I find myself confronted with is whether there is an Ultimate Way out there, a Will of God, or whether I make it all up as I go along.  I try to read the runes, going first this way and then the other.  What would God have me do?  And does God really […]

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  • I’m Not Ready for Mercy

    Sometimes, I get pissed at the state of the world. I take a walk to clear my head, but I get more steamed by the minute by all the potholes and tollbooths and tax cheats. I get out my soapbox and stand on it so I’m bigger than everyone else, and I shout out to […]

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  • In the Dream of Desire

    It’s no wonder some of us drink and drug and eat and screw and spend do everything else we can to squelch the pain.  For we come from Paradise, from an eternal womb of illimitable light and love.  All our needs cared for.  Dropped then into a world of limitation and suffering where all things […]

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  • Life is Indeed a Strange Machine

    We really are powerless over everything.  A feral kitten in my back yard, full of play.  A few months later, grown, wounded, limping.  Eventually to die in the cold.  And where it goes?  It never comes back to tell us. What it was before?  The cat never knew the answer to that.   It has no […]

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  • Love in Time

    We are

    The infinite floating in space

    Flecks of the eternal knitted in strands of time

    We are

    Love in time

    © 2022 by Michael C. Just

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