Author Archives: Waldo Noesta

What to Make of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (aside from the obvious: Dinner) — Part 1 of 2

I was recently trading Facebook comments about the controversy in Oklahoma over a statue that a group called Satanic Temple wants to place at the statehouse along with the existing Ten Commandments. It is an interesting case, a bit more colorful than the typical church-and-state brouhaha. Of course, there is the usual debate about whetherContinue reading “What to Make of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (aside from the obvious: Dinner) — Part 1 of 2”

METATHEOLOGY: A World Beyond Belief

“I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul. Love has befriended HafizContinue reading “METATHEOLOGY: A World Beyond Belief”

Somewhere

Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of aContinue reading “Somewhere”

Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the churchContinue reading “Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke”

A Prayer for the Sword-bearers (and a Message to the Defended)

I will start with three different viewpoints on the use of force to protect oneself and control others –three dramatically different perspectives that all seem to ring true. ARJUNA: Bhimsa and Drona are noble and ancient, worthy of the deepest reverence.  How can I greet them with arrows, in battle? If I kill them, how canContinue reading “A Prayer for the Sword-bearers (and a Message to the Defended)”

Afterglow

God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t likeContinue reading “Afterglow”

Forbidden Fruit

It’s simple, really: The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was planted in your mother’s womb.   Heaven is your next mother’s womb, and yes, Forbidden fruit awaits you there as well.   The game ends when you no longer desire Heaven, because you’ve found it Here Now.