
quote: “…..Beloveds of the Lover as Love itself!”
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( I originally wrote the reflection below several years ago as I underwent a particularly challenging realization with the institutional church of which I was a congregant eventually resulting in my departing the church for what for me is a much more meaningful spiritual life centered in celebrating the gifts of all spiritual traditions and being grounded in the evolution of True Self (discipleship) and belonging together in authentic communities (the kingdom or kin-dom). My relationship with the Divine Cosmic Will (God by whatever name) has never been stronger.)
My increasing awareness, especially now in my life, is that Jesus is always with the outsider and outcast who suffers and hurts for the world and shares the pain of others.
Jesus leaves the institutional worship place, sometimes in anger, as we see in the Temple story of the ‘den of robbers,’ to be with those who are on the outside and who just can’t cut it in those places anymore. I think of this as the spirituality of imperfection. Certainly we all are united in our imperfections.
Other good and innocent souls linger there as well perhaps holding onto the law and its rules of right and wrong not having yet experienced the truth, beauty, and goodness of our shared suffering and wounds and imperfections.
God send me into the messiness of this world with the imperfect souls such as myself so that we might commune together in the dark shadows and light spirits as your Beloved children through grace, love, mercy, justice, peace, and hope!
seeing the tree bud
the breath catching in my throat
everything is new
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
March 12, 2021
photos by Herb Stone


poem: days, seasons/self, divine/community, cosmos
arising early, the new day,
in pitch black darkness
the cold in my bones
silence surrounds me
the earth under
a blanket of ice and snow,
winter’s last gasp
before spring’s riot
in this season of self-introspection,
reflecting on this age of
spiritual greed and idolatrous self-serving
confronting difficult truths and personal discomfort,
longing for a more wholesome
footing with the Divine
Beloveds, the Spirit as close
as our next breath,
breath in, breath out,
inhale ‘Yah’, exhale ‘weh’
softening our hearts,
forsaking worldly rewards,
longing for Authentic Community together,
being as One in Divine Cosmic Consciousness
lighting the fire of the vital Life Force,
we are all just sojourners here walking one another Home
that thou art
rising, opening, sitting
upon the Lotus Throne of the
Divine Heart of the Cosmos
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February, 20, 2021
photos by Herb Stone




Being that today is my 73rd birthday, I wrote this haiku in an effort to find some thread through all the years and answer the question of what has brought me here and now.
haiku: sign of my birth
under Pisces born
at the end of long winter
Earth child, Mystic heart
photo by Herb Stone
‘The Warm Heart of Winter Buddha’
(reader’s note: Born a Pisces
in the age of Pisces, February
is a raw, bitter cold, icy snow,
muddy month when our minds
long for Spring. I am aware of
the signs influences on me,
Earth lover, Cosmic being,
Creative soul longing for the
Divine that unites it all in
a story I am always trying to
tell.)


