Author: ©️K.T. 2025

a Divine Conception in the Womb of the Soul

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Advent, Alchemy, Birth, birthday, Christ, christ consciousness, Christmas, Christos, divinity, Gnosis, Gnostic, maternity, Meister Eckhart, Mother, Mother God, mystic, Pneumatic, the divineLeave a comment

Words of Meister Eckhart
from sermons 1-3

“There is a huge silence
inside each of us
that beckons us into itself,
and the recovery of our own silence
can begin to teach us
the language of heaven.

What good is it to me
that Mary gave birth to [the Son of] God
fourteen hundred years ago
if I do not also give birth
to [the Son of] God?

We are all meant to be
mothers of God,
for God is always needing to be born.

Cherish in yourself the birth of God.

In this Birth, you partake
in the divine stream.
Christ is conceived in your core,
your inmost recess,
where no idea ever glowed.

In this Birth, God pours into you,
and the light at the core of your soul
grows so strong, it spills out.
The light overflows into your body,
which becomes radiant with it.

For the eternal Birth,
which occurred at one point in time,
occurs every day
in the inmost core
of the soul. ”

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americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anti-fascism, antifa, Authoritarian, Crone Consciousness, human being, Liberalism, liberals, Liberation, Life and Death, The Constitution, United States of America, Zone of InterestLeave a comment

Stop focusing your energy

on the effectively useless,

always selective,

always tenuous,

always exclusive,

always revocable,

First Amendment,

right now.

right fucking now.

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that’s all i know

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anthropocene, cancer, Capitalism, climate, Colonization, Congo, Death, dying, Earth, earthlings, ecocide, Existence, Fascism, Gaza, Genocide, Hell, kill lists, Liberation, Life, Life and Death, neoliberalism, Palestine, Poem, poetry, Politics, Sudan, true things, War, Zone of InterestLeave a comment
a companion truths poem to, and
influenced in part by, this most beautiful
dreamt song and these sweetly sung truths,
by Rodney Crowell.

my mother turned 75 years-old yesterday
and that’s all i know,
about her
anymore

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august

On By ©️K.T. 2025In August, death and other endings, phenology, Poem, poetry, starling, timeLeave a comment

say something about August.

well,

it sweats and sticks
then is gone too quick
just when you begin to tolerate it;

if Sunday Scaries were 31 days in a row;

a sudden carpeting of yellow leaves on green grass — current fall rate: 1 leaf per minute —my instrumentation: a pair of 5+decades-old eyes;

there will be no prolific fruiting on the two black walnut trees this year — and i am guilty with a schaudenfreude regarding the red squirrels;

the starlings stack the power lines and camouflage themselves in the green tree tops
this, a rest stop in their annual migration

those synchronized swimmers of atmosphere,
a singular heartbeat, a murmuration, of hundreds of individuals, these beautiful communists.

i have become invested with the observation and documentation of phenology:

i expected them this week.

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have mercy.

On By ©️K.T. 2025In agraria, barn swallows, birds, Death, dirt road chronicles, dying, Earthling, fauna, Free Palestine, Funerary, funerary portraiture, Gaza, Genocide, holocaust, july, kill lists, kin, Life and Death, maternity, mortality, Mother, Mother God, Motherhood, ornithology, outer rural, Palestine, ruralia, threshold, wildlife, ZionismLeave a comment

in mid-July, the summer-resident barn swallows who had successfully raised and launched four fledglings by June 23rd, 2025, attempted to raise a second brood;

while i am not absolutely sure if it was the same set of parents or another in the barn swallow community that utilized the nest — as there is a collective of more than a dozen swallows that visits and assists in feeding sometimes too — it is most likely they are the same parent pair;

this is the second summer the barn swallows have nested here in my barn — using last year’s well-constructed nest which they attached to one of the joists like a balcony cantilevered on a Chicago highrise;

i began leaving the overhead barn door open when i first noticed them circling and investigating the barn a few years back; and i was thrilled last year when they began construction of their nest — they were so very welcomed and wanted here — i now know to leave the barn door raised from mid May through July to give them access.

the first brood of four swallows,
not quite fledged, but stretching their wings in the safety of the barn, June 2025
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as the crow flies, as the apple falls.

On By ©️K.T. 2025In night, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

i watched Aftersun,

making my way thru films, on lists, i’ve apparently missed


when it ended,
it was 12:34 am
as i glanced at the clock on the stove;
and went outside
to sit on the dark stoop and cry
and then, said aloud,


“i am not okay”,

and i may never be, again;

i saw, i am more like my father,

than my mother,

than i knew, than i ever thought,

and that, is stunning, in itself ///

that he, was more the human being, of the two, than her.

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