An Early Morning Cafe’

An Early Morning Cafe’

At the summit of the Trade Center
107 stories into urban ether
the Windows of the World Cafe
served pate’ and poached salmon
to diners staring down
into the caverns of Manhattan,
but early in the September morning,
the sommelier and maitre d’
still asleep in their far-away flats,
only the sous-chef and banquet staff
had arrived to peel the shrimp,
trim the artichokes, and wash
the leaves of the escarole.
Simple work in silence with your mates
in an empty early morning cafe’
is a pleasure: jokes, mild complaining,
a hummed tune or two,
sneaking a cigarette in a quiet alcove,
stories of luck in last night’s poker,
when suddenly a berserk machine
decides to murder a building with fire.
Like a badly shot elephant,
the hundred and six stories holding up
your peeling knife and lettuce drier
wobbled and shook for a little while.
Smoke belched out from blown-out eye sockets
but when the flames began melting the bones,
it all tumbled down on top of itself in
a smoking gray heap, the shrimp,
the artichokes, the escarole, fifty thousand
bottles of elegant wine, joining
in a sticky red downpour:
type A, type O, Chateau Lafitte, Rothschild.
Pouilly Fuisse ’79, type AB ’49,
and you yourself unless you leapt
out one of the windows of the world
to try with your imaginary wings
to finish the flight to the city of angels.
Humans so riddled with hate they transmogrified
from men to bombs to smash the girders
under your cafe’, though they’d never met you at all,
to murder you for the glory of God
with your apron still smeared with shrimp guts.
It was always thus. Try killing an abstraction
by murdering a building from the air,
but all you kill is Bob and Edna
and Sallie and Rodrigo and Mei-Mei.
A building is only a set of artificial legs
to hold up human beings in the air,
and an airplane only a sheet of folded paper.
But 50,000 bottles of good wine
and ten gallons of fresh gulf shrimp,
and Bob and Edna and all the rest.
Now that is something real!
If you think you’ve bagged the one truth
and that truth wants final sacrifice,
then you have stepped outside the human race,
and your plane will not land in heaven
wherever you think it might be.
Heaven in an early morning cafe’.
Wherever you are.

Bill Holm Playing the Black Piano
© Milkweed Press, 2004

beautiful people

‎”The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known
defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss and have found
their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a
sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with
compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do
not just happen.”     — Elizabeth Kubler Ross

Hearsay

Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about. And since we know least about ourselves, we are ready to believe all that is said about us. Hence the mysterious power of both flattery and calumny…. It is thus with most of us: we are what other people say we are. We know ourselves chiefly by hearsay.

-Eric Hoffer, The Passionate State of Mind, aph. 128-129 (1955).

The longer I live

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.” Charles R. Swindoll


A word about religion or the God-idea (from a spiritualist)

I’m finishing a book cover design for the reprint of the book “CHRISTIAN SCIENCE RE-EXPLORED” by Margaret Laird, C.S.B.   The book is being reprinted by The Institute of Metaphysical Science based in LaJolla, California, now with a index. It’s been a gift to dig through the book again as I get side tracked from retyping the original book flap description for the final redesign.

The book is being reprinted now and will be available from the Institute of Metaphysics web site as well as the publisher. They’ve added an index which is incredible valuable to researchers and students of scientific metaphysics. I’ll add the url of the publisher once it’s ready. In the meantime, check out the IMS web site.

Here’s some thought from the Foreward of the book I want to share.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.  –Edwin Arlington Robinson

John Dorsey states his medical and spiritual truth as: “It is divine to be human and it is human to overlook it.”

Mary Baker Eddy states “As human thought changes from one stage to another of conscious pain and painlessness, sorrow and joy,–from fear to hope and from faith to understandings,–the visible manifestation will at last be man (note:not man as in gender by man as in conscious identity, or thought) governed by Soul, not by material sense.  The mariner will have dominion over the atmosphere and the great deep, over the fish of the sea and the fowls of the air. The astronomer will no longer look up to the stars,–they will look out from them upon the universe; and the florist will find their flower before its seed.”

Bicknell Young adds: ” Infinity is ceaseless unfoldment. Seeing that there is nothing conceivable and nothing really conceived outside of Infinity. God must be forever unfolding Himself, and because of being infinite, He never repeats Himself. “Behold I make all things new,” is being fulfilled daily and hourly in our understanding and practice. Old things are indeed passes away. Therefore, do not think backwards or even forwards, but now and infinitely.”

And H.G. Wells states ” A day will come when beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool, and shall laugh and reach out their hands amid the stars.”

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I use the word God, or God-idea, Mind. and Divine interchangable–they are the same–the principal of existence. Consciousness cannot be divided into inner and outer since it is infinite!