Saturday, December 17, 2011

3 Questions

3 Questions


What does spiritual hunger look like? How does it manifest itself?



What is it that makes us hungry for God?



What is it my life that can make others hungry for God?

Friday, June 10, 2011

Why Everything Is Liquid

Why Again Is Everything Liquid?


My life is a dense forest.
Everything is skating, rising, falling, rotating.
The sun comes up in the moon.
Death is an old island in the past.

A lion in the clump of leaves, depression
food is in the cloud

just above.

The roots are a freeway system, tree
a postcard from the future.
Dirt is pastry.
Dirt is lumber.
Dirt is wind.
Wind is sea.
Quantum physics are old school.

Water is wine, prayer
oxygen.
over the thing above it
Can’t you see?
Light climbs


and falls to the floor. It crimps,
crying and demanding.
How can it not be the centerpiece,
God’s plaything?

What could be more fun than light
unless you have a photon?

Only God cannot be a picture.

Ron Bock
6/9/11

Friday, December 17, 2010

Vision

Look at - stare at -
the appendages of the darkest and farthest star
from where you are.
See through
the night wind until the day appears.

Wear red until it turns green.

Time is the joke you heard last week.

Where is the thread that was loose, that you pulled from the shirt.
Can you thread it and sew it back in again?

Gather up yesterday's
spilt water that sprinkled on the thirsty ground.

R.Bock
12/16/10

SHADOW Time



Any Ocean Eternity
A Bird Freedom
A Bird A Flute
A Tree A House
A House A River
Time Any Ocean
A River Any Ocean
Any Ocean Any Ocean
The God You Don’t Believe In The God Who Is
A Dream A Rainbow
A Sleep A Calendar
A Shepherd’s Tent Removed The Universe
A Shadow This Earth
The Old Testaments The New Testament


R.Bock
12/16/2010

A new take on two old stories

The man whispered, "God, speak to me if you're there. I dare you."
Just then a garbage truck came down the street sounding like a lion.
And a meadowlark sang. A cat off to the side of the street came up
to the man, rubbed his leg, purring loudly. But the man did not hear.
So the man yelled at the God he didn't believe in, "God, speak to me
if you can." And the fog rolled in. Then the thunder and the
lightning came rolling across the sky. But the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And a star
shined brightly. But the man did not see the God he didn't believe
in. And the man shouted, "God, if you are there, show me a miracle."
And his first child was born. But the man did not notice. So the man
cried out in despair, "Touch me, God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But the man brushed
the butterfly away and walked on. He went home to his home and fell
asleep in his bed. In the morning, flood waters had filled his home
with water. He woke up in a panic, climbed to the roof, and waited
for someone to rescue him. The water kept rising.He was really in
danger of drowning. A boat came by. "Come on in the boat," said the
couple said, "No thanks. I'm sure the water will subside soon."
They left. And the water kept rising. By noon, the water had risen
to his waist. Suddenly, the man saw a different boat with a man
in it coming close to his home. The man spoke, "Hop in, buddy,"
he said. "No thank you, I'll just wait," the man said. So he
drowned. When he got to heaven, he saw the Lord face to face.
So he confronted him, "Why did you let me drown if you're so
all-powerful? I thought you were supposed to be this loving being?"
God said, I sent you two boats, a butterfly, a child, a stars,
thunder, lightning, fog, a cat, a meadowlark, a lifetime of food,
an education, friends I gave to you to support you with my love,
oxygen, 66 books, doctors, guitars, music, health, a reproductive
system that worked in conjunction with a brain, a digestive system,
lungs, liver, kidneys, gall bladder, eyelashes, tear ducts,
intestines, fingernails, gravity, hair, teeth to chew with,
sweat glands, prophets from Moses to Jesus,homes, cars, a bright
mind, emotions, the Beatles, color, sounds, pictures of a few of
my galaxies, chocolate, sex....Man! What more could I give you?
What more could I send you?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Couple In The Booth Across The Aisle

Her hair is fakey blonde, matted with snakes.
She's surprisingly coherent
and literate.
Her skin is brown
and her dress, torn up the sides,
barely covers her nakedness.
Her feet are bare and black
on the bottom.

And he is dying for her love.

Jan10,2010

Undiscovered Civilization

And then this morning, as I was trying to remember my dreams,
a whole civilization of selves popped up, floating on the surface
of unending consciousness. Each thought having begged,
borrowed, stolen in order to find some passage into the
parts of my being, deep, hidden, wild, full of stories.
What do we really know of who and what we are?
Some group within with easel, brush and pen,
clay, graphic software, invent us each moment,
sometimes to our satisfaction, never to really delight others.
And as each moment ends, another begins, inner artists
working with madness to compose another version of "us,"
only to find the masterpiece will only have a short life.
We, adding chemistry, can at times feel it's about all we
can do. We know better, but it's not obvious just who is
doing the knowing.
Ronnie Bock
1-10-10