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Author Archives: John Biscello
The Rainbow Connection 2020
It truly is staring us right in the face, under our noses— We are the makers of the new myths and shifts in being, We, the shapers of legacy, and dawn’s graced breaking. It is not someone or somewhere else, … Continue reading
Harmony
We, the people, the portal-jumpers, re-seeding our modes of vision and being, to score the heart’s greening bounty, as if notes to a torch song, buried and nearly forgotten, and now being recalled to give Grace her due and amazing … Continue reading
Weather Report
In the climate change of one’s heart, a weathervane, doubling as compass, pointing to true north, as we, the wandering homesick orphans, are called forth to brave the wilds of a new breaking dawn.
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Anthemic
Comfort is a privilege, yet kindness and dignity, charity and compassion, are spirit-given rights and blessings, the seeded marrow and initiative of our soul’s turnings toward unequivocal light.
The Meaning of the Mob
(I wrote this piece, “The Meaning of the Mob,” over a decade ago, but felt moved to share, because words bridging action matter.) The Meaning of the Mob. I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of … Continue reading
Declaration Rites
When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.
A Love Supreme 2020
It is, here and now, a marvelous free bounty and blessed inheritance, this world of breath, our most vital resource and best friend, master to our disciple, and how clear must it become for us to not only see but … Continue reading
United We Stand
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George Floyd and Us
Here is a candle, a flagged token of light and trespass in the small hours for a man who is no longer with us, who, for eight minutes and forty-six seconds, desperately attempted to save his own life through bated … Continue reading
