Can we wage peace?

Does the human race
As such
Have a history?

If not
Can we begin
To give it
The beginning of one

(or Oneness)?

About Twentieth Century Musings

This book is intended to convey to many people the need for world unity. The need today is thought, not just vague feeling, about the future of man as such. Such thought, however, must be rooted in a growing feeling of concern for the entire race. (Not difficult if you give more than a moment's thought to the situation we are, more and more commonly, involved in.) Nations respond to the situations by demanding hydrogen bombs for their separatist protection. People must respond to this response by separating themselves, first in thought, then in action, from the nations they belong to by certain definite practices and programs. They must think: “We are all in the same boat. The salvaging of the boat is up to me.” And implementations will begin to bloom as the will and realization of this grows...

If there was ever the need to be clear, it is now.

We have begun to climb a cliff, and have no means of getting down, and seemingly no means of going forward. And yet we must. And it is unclear what forward, or upward, means.

Upward must mean caring. And it must mean caring about people as such, regardless of race, creed, sex or national origin. But this formula, so long part of our national meaning, must be applied universally. We must begin to sense peoples as units, and to care about those units. We must begin to be acquainted with the earth.

From Twentieth Century Musings: The Song of Man

Little by little, we grow. And in the hearing of this growth our being participates in joy. But to the outward man the waves are unstable. One moment they are dancing, another they are churning, or raging. The dance honors the depths within. The other moods seem to have no relation to anything but their own striving. A decision for a larger reality means phasing in with the growth, helping the dance. A decision for one's bailiwick alone means, strife, separation, discord.

At MOMA, in N.Y.C.

The Japanese House. I went in. Removed my shoes. Put on slippers. Went into the dark kitchen. Stone cauldrons sunk in wooden holes. Went out a sliding door to a back porch, with square columns, with square spaces between. Turned around. Saw the dark space of the open sliding door, the equal space of the white door next to it and the doorlike lintel above. Heard a sound. Lllllllllll. Turned my eyes away. Looked back. Again the sound. Went around the corner. Looked up. Flat thatched ceiling. Eyes went slowly along it to the end, where they went off into infinity. Tried again. Same effect. Went into the garden, looked back at the porch roof. It was, unknown to those standing beneath it, slightly curved.

Went in a room. Looked at the walls. My eyes would rest for a few seconds on a wall space, then be gently moved to the next. The room itself was doing it. I looked down. I thought, "If I take a step, I don't know if I'll move two feet or eight million miles." I thought, "This house is a philosopher."

From Twentieth Century Musings

Man is an ability of the Divine to see Itself in frequency or motion.

Fear is the ability of man to mistake a goal for an essence.

What is birth, life, death? It is God's ability to see in mirrored distortion man's ability to see himself.

What is man's relation to Space? The relation of a carrot to a donkey.

What is time's relation to Space? The relation of a boy to a girl.

What is frequency's relation to conductivity-space and relativity-time? The relation of truth to knowledge.

Love is Man's ability to see himself without distortion.

Who am I? Looooooooove -- instinct transformed (by ignorance) to man.

Who am I, essentially? Love eternal and true.

What is contemplation? It is the God-given right to know yourself.

Love is the Universe.

Life is the byproduct of Love.

Peace is a function of Love.

Space is eternal. It is Expansion. Of Love.

To be precise, Space is the byproduct, called Expansion, of "the perfection of Contemplation" called Love.

Time is the byproduct of Man's ability to contemplate motion.

Motion is the ability of man to contemplate himself without knowledge.

Measurement, as we use it, is it not a space-time confusion that prevents knowledge?

Eternity (as immortality) is the perfection of Man's ability to contemplate motion.

Eternity is the All transcending Itself.

Love is the ability of Eternity to contemplate motion.

Human life is the motion of God, extending itself in Space through time.

Man is a frequency reflection of the Divine.

Man is a power transcending itself in head and heart through God's will.

From RIVER OF WINE

My lord is smelling me
& i am smelling him
the odor of us both
pervades the universe

One more me:
i am the blossom
of the petal
of the cell
of the thought
you had of me
before
the worlds
began

where are you now?
everywhere
singing crying
love
in the big bubbles
in the waves
in the night
flower in the
dawn in the
pocket of the
man who thinks
he is
but isn't
(but is)

torment does not
cease till
we are
drawn
into the circle
of our perfection
by the impossibility
of our twisting
away

thou art
in a cell
of my flesh
crying
to me from
my childhood
I love you

Years my darling
(threat)
Years my lover
Sweet
Years
of sorrow
love
of timeless
time
a kiss
that does not cease