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    "Cross" by James Blackshaw

    Healing music for a Saturday from English 12-string guitar virtuoso/composer James Blackshaw. From his latest record, The Glass Bead Game, on Young God Records:

    Fear of Sitting Quietly

    Why fear gnosis? For it is but “knowing”.

    If Jesus Christ is the Way, it’s truth and it’s life, then surely the end of knowledge points to this.

    I believe that it does point to this. I also believe that Buddha brought the Way and is the truth.
    Surely you are! The point of Zen is to wake up to what actually is. Do we not proclaim Jesus Christ? Every moment?

    Every moment we are dying and being born anew. Mockingbird is empirical evidence of this! And it daily reminds me of this.

    For the Maladjusted

    “It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.”

    Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986)

    For the Maladjusted

    “It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society,”

    comforting words from Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986).

    Mockingbird Music Trivia

    Hey everybody! So here’s a little fun DZ and I cooked up that will attempt to entertain as well as generate some good discourse. We each wrote a gospel-oriented music trivia question that deals with musicians that everybody’s heard of. Use the comments to answer. While each question has only one main answer, they are […]

    CBN and The 700 Club

    A while back, my mother signed me up for daily bible reading emails from the Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN). I must confess, I disregarded them from the get-go, assuming that I didn’t want to pollute myself with anything from Pat Robertson’s large, self-aggrandizing corporation/network. I’ve always felt that the 700 Club feigns a nitty grittyness […]

    To Earthward, by Robert Frost

    Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things,The flow of – was it muskFrom hidden grapevine springsDown hill at dusk? I had the swirl and acheFrom sprays of honeysuckleThat when they’re gathered shakeDew on the knuckle. I craved […]