The world is aroused over the murder of James Reeb…. Naturally, we are compelled to ask the question, Who killed James Reeb? The answer is simple and rather limited, when we think of the who. He was murdered by a few sick, demented, and misguided men who have the strange notion that you express dissent […]
Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence.
Admit something. Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise Someone would call the cops. Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives With a full moon in each eye that is always […]
I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something […]
With passion pray. With passion work. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
The bare trees have made up their seed bundles. They are ready now. The warm brown light pauses briefly, shrugs and moves on. They are ready now to play dead for a while. I, human, have not as yet devised how to obtain such privilege. Their spring will find them rested. I and my kind […]
Suddenly, or so it seems, Snow, or the threat of a storm — Winter sleep… Then waking to see the new snow Fresh, clean, marveling at the whitewashed world; the snow Covering everything, painting bare brown branches Evergreens etched in white Earth, with a soft, silent winter blanket. Winter coat, woolen hat, gloves and scarf […]
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. […]
Why it was wonderful: Why, all At once there were leaves, Leaves at the end of a dry Stick, small, alive Leaves out of wood. It was Wonderful, You can’t imagine. They came By the wood path And the earth loosened, the Earth Relaxed, there were Flowers Out of the earth! Think of it! And […]
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?