Saturday, 2 November 2019

和歌 November 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton












November 2019

Friday November 01, 2019
Who was that woman
who wandered into our world?
She was as crazy
as she was tattered and torn.
We received her with kindness.

Saturday November 02, 2019
Traveling Northbound
to commune with my comrade.
He knows how to cook.
I marvel in his kitchen
as he makes loaves and fishes.

Sunday November 03 2019
Cut the Dutch Baby
in half, and then once again.
The two is doubled.
The three eat their own portion.
The fourth is for another.

Monday November 04, 2019
Working in the cloud
is grounded in expertise.
The confusing mist
must be technically bypassed
by following the sherpas.

Tuesday November 05, 2019
The old time grammar
just kept gestating until
the fulness of time
retreated and retrieved it.
This is the without-which-not.

Wednesday November 06, 2019
Can you spare some change?
Sometimes exchanging a glance
is all that one needs.
This is especially true
when no change is to be found.

Thursday November 07, 2019
Deep within the cloud
now completely on my own.
True humility
is the key to avoiding
the madness of unknowing.

Friday November 08, 2019
The scribe keeps alive
by allowing the experts
to perform their work.
He never interferes with
this division of labor.

Saturday November 09, 2019
It is not so much
the sense of the homily
that matters to me.
Hearing the sound of the words
echo is meaning enough.

Sunday November 10, 2019
These distant echos
are the sounds of God's kindness
heard half way around
the world within an instant.
This is an instance of love.

Monday November 11, 2019
My future writing
rests on publishing REST calls
the docs-as-code way.
So much work still needs to be
done before this can be done.

Tuesday November 12, 2019
Ritualistic
living is the life for me.
Moment by moment
you know what needs to be done.
There is great comfort in this.

Wednesday November 13, 2019
This comprehensive
cancel culture actively
requires Lenny's
form of proactivity:
you must haul ass to save ass.

Thursday November 14, 2019
Five more years to go
before renewal begins
once again for me.
Waiting in line was worth it.
It's now two months and counting.

Friday November 15, 2019
As a technical
publications designer
one must offer up
structural schemas like an
information architect.

Saturday November 16, 2019
These lazy, hazy,
and crazy days of autumn,
where one falls asleep
to the sound of Autumn Leaves
slowly falling to the ground.

Sunday November 17, 2019
The Magi were wise
enough to trust their ancient
astrological
charts and scriptural sources.
Crede ut intellegas.

Monday November 18, 2019
Karl and Ludwig
wrote their investigations.
This is what they said:
analogy as grammar,
theology as grammar.

Tuesday November 19, 2019
My first middle name
names a completely unknown
friend of my father.
He never spoke about him.
And yet, he lives on in me.

Wednesday November 20, 2019
"The lust of the flesh,
the lust of the eyes, and the
boastful pride of life."
Only one version uses
"boastful" when describing pride.

Thursday November 21, 2019
From the ROsaRY
to the one hundred and eight
Mala beads once more.
And then I trend back again
to the Trappist within me.

Friday November 22, 2019
There's something to be
said about deliberately
secluding yourself
from the boastful pride of life.
Absence is half the battle.

Saturday November 23, 2019
Traditionalists
only pray three mysteries.
No need for the fourth.
These are luminous enough.
They have been for centuries.

Sunday November 24, 2019
Hermitage, Hermit,
and Her for the past three years.
Time is almost up.
Talk about preparation.
This is the best that it gets.

Monday November 25, 2019
The Carthusian
tailor measures the novice.
White first, and then black.
Eventually the black
monk turns into the white one.

Tuesday November 26, 2019
Portuguese music
is ringing within my ears
in the form of psalms,
and hymns, and spiritual
songs sung without eyes to see.

Wednesday November 27, 2019
Monastic fingers
one by one touch the surface
of holy water.
They touch it when they enter,
and they touch it when they leave.

Thursday November 28, 2019
What does this dragon
on the left side of my head
secretly convey?
I think I understand it. 
Time will tell whether I’m right.  

Friday November 29, 2019
The sign of the cross
in the midst of devotion
stopped me in my tracks. 
Sometimes you need to be told
where to go and what to do. 

Saturday November 30, 2019
Driving the old roads
together with my daughter.
It’s an old car now.
We once rode in luxury.
That three-year lease was enough.