What does it mean to be ‘enlightened’?

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This is day 4 of my spiritual journey during Lent. I know, we are two weeks into Lent, but I got a late start. Forgive my tardiness. I’ll try to make it up.

Seeing the challenge to write a story or poem using the prompt “enlightenment,” that Simran Kankas put out recently on Spiritual Tree, I did what I usually do. I googled it, and up came the following definition:

“1: the act or means of enlightening: the state of being enlightened.”

Really!? That’s very enlightening!

Seriously, that’s what a dictionary gave as the first definition. I don’t know about…


That burning desire

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“One of the huge mistakes people make is that they try to force an interest on themselves. You don’t choose your passion; your passion chooses you.” — Jeff Bezos

Have you ever wondered about passion? That flame within that burns so hot and brightly that it consumes all your time and energy? The idea that passion finds a person and consumes him or her appeals to me. We don’t find it; passion finds us.

When someone says “passion,” we think about being madly in love with someone or something.

The dictionary defines passion as “a strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm…


The still, small voice

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This is the third installment of my Lenten journey posts.

I love Anne Lamott. Her writing reaches out and grabs me. I read Travel Mercies many years ago and still remember the way she described following God’s will. Imagine being on stage in a spotlight and not able to see anything in the blackness beyond that circle of light at your feet. Following God’s will is like stepping to the edge of that light, waiting for the spot to recenter on you, then taking another step toward the edge, and continuing on like that.

What occurs to me today…


Notes on a writer’s life

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This is day two of my 40-day journey writing every day during Lent and a little beyond. Lent is a 40-day journey, but the thought to do this did not occur to me back on Ash Wednesday when Lent began, so I’ll tack on some days after Easter to complete the journey. (The idea to do such a journey was inspired by my friend Trista Ainsworth and her 100-day journeys.)

An online friend, recently posted a link to 150 quotes about books (reading them and writing them). Since I love to read and write, I dove right in. …


A poem in response to the Spiritual Tree weekly prompt

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This thing you call “Universal Love” — what is it?
I know about “unconditional love,” but it is not the same.
I wonder. . .
I want to understand; what do I do?

I read.
I write.

I read, “It is love for everything and everyone.”
“It is conscious and loving at the same time.”
“It is also known as universal consciousness or cosmic consciousness.”
I’m beginning to understand.

But what is “consciousness”?
Is it more than “awareness”?
When I am conscious, I am aware of myself and others and all that is.
Is there more to it?

And “love,”…


An acrostic poem for the season

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Lost in my thoughts…
Evening comes;
Night follows.
To make things feel right, I sit quietly.
Even though I make the effort
Nothing happens; I sleep.

Practice makes perfect, they say.
Regardless of what you may think,
Action is needed.
Cementing a relationship takes time. (I’m new at this.)
Taking my lead from those who seem to know the way
I sit comfortably and try not to think; just be!
Chimes sound, twenty minutes pass, more chimes.
Each person stirs as the allotted time ends.
Sitting quietly we gradually return to the world.

I love the acrostic structure. Tim Maudlin


Can’t find anything to laugh about? Laugh anyway!

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I sometimes crack myself up. This morning I read a poem (Seawater) from one of my favorite Medium poets, James G Brennan, and highlighted a couple of verses. Then I commented on how much I loved the image of a person sitting in a coffee shop, staring at his phone, waiting for it to ring with news of a job, perhaps.

After posting the comment, I scrolled down through the other responses. At the bottom, I was surprised to see someone had highlighted the same two verses that I had and their response started out the same as mine. …


For your help and encouragement in 2020

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Like many, perhaps like you, when I first began writing on Medium, I hardly knew where to start or what to do. Before that, I’d only written personal communications and technical reports. The stories I had written all got filed away. I didn’t have the courage or confidence to submit anything to a publisher.

Then a friend invited me to join Medium. And when COVID struck, I decided to dive in. Facebook had become a bore, so I clicked over to Medium and wrote a few stories, then a few more. I read, I wrote, I responded. It became a…


Sharing from our abundance

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In her story

Trista Ainsworth asked the following question

How can you share from your overflow today?

As writers here on Medium, and perhaps elsewhere, we can all share our love and joy through our stories and what we post as responses to the stories we read. We can do the same on other platforms like Twitter and Facebook. It is our choice whether to share angry words or peaceful, loving and encouraging words.

There is a verse in the Bible, where Joshua says:

Now if you are unwilling to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve…


A poem about the pandemic with political overtones

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We watched
As name after name
Face after face
Scrolled by.
A short tribute to each,
Such a blessing.
So many lives lost
266,000 by recent count.
Not a statistic
Never was
Real people
Real lives
Men, women, children
Some struck down in the prime of life
Others aged
All dead.
Promising lives snuffed out.

It is nothing to fear,
The hollow voice says.
Do not worry
Vote for me
All will be well,
you’ll see.
I promise you
I do my job well, very, very well
No one like me
Can’t you see? …

Bob Jasper

Poet-Experimenter | Prose Junky | Flash Fiction Aficionado | Medium Novice | Find me on Twitter https://twitter.com/bobjasper

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