Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monkeys and typewriters
and enough time will not
And God did not create
the heavens and the earth
in six days of commands.
The universe arises
from the spiritual, but
even this is mythological.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
When my heart gives up its last heartbeat, I'll pass from this earth and disappear into the short memories of those who knew me. And then what?
Will I meet God?
Will I face a divine judgment to determine my eternal destination?
Will the turning wheel of karma bring me back again to damp ground and another hard life full of sweetness and light?
Will I simply melt back into the Oneness from which I came?
Will I simply melt?
Will I go on forever?
Will I even know I'm dead?
Explain your answers.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
wars break out.
the next wave has already begun.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Both sides honor their heroes.
Both sides mourn their dead.
Before the world can rid itself of evil,
it must first decide who is evil.
That's easy for a tribe to do,
not so easy for a world to do.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A pot needs more than soil to grow a plant.
A parent needs more than a partner to raise a child.
A believer needs more than faith to stay a believer.
A doe needs more than speed to save her fawn.
A well needs more than a bucket to quench a thirst.
A disaster needs more than destruction to create victims.
A pilgrim needs more than a path to reach holy ground.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sometimes a struggle is a battle,
one of many in a larger war.
Sometimes a struggle is the death of self,
another ego dissolving in the Tao.
Sometimes a struggle is a metamorphosis,
a butterfly escaping from its cocoon.
Friday, July 9, 2010
To love Allah,
one must love the children of Allah.
To love the children of Allah,
one must love the family of Allah.
To love the family of Allah,
one must love the friends of Allah.
To love the friends of Allah,
one must love the enemies of Allah.
To do anything less is not to love Allah.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
My face wears the marks of my life.
Where I have been. What I have seen.
How I have lived. How far I have traveled.
What I have gained and lost along the way.
It is the road map of my experiences.
The most accurate chart of my history.
Some lines are easy to read.
Others lie beneath the surface
where they can only be seen from inside.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Family is more than my mother and father.
More than my son or daughter.
More than my sister or brother.
More than my grandparents.
More than aunts or uncles.
More than cousins.
More than nieces and nephews.
More than the people I choose to be family.
More than those I love.
More than those I like.
More than those I struggle to understand.
More than those I share the earth with.
More than those who came before.
More than those who will come after.
Family will always be larger than I imagine.
Monday, July 5, 2010
A yellow leaf floats calmly on the surface of a river.
The river, swollen with weeks of rain, has overtopped levees and dikes for hundreds of miles. It has swept away farmhouses and barns, mansions and shacks, townhouses and shops. It has swamped Main Streets in valley after valley and submerged miles of highways and tracks.
It has carried away wealth and poverty, faith and hope, seeds and soil. It has drained off livestock and pets, snakes and beavers, rats and small children. It has broken families and left orphans in its wake.
It has fed thirsty ground, replenished deep aquifers, and guaranteed good harvests for the next seven years. It has cleared the land of the dead, the rotten, the diseased and infested. It has scoured the earth like a broom.
All of this, and still a yellow leaf rides comfortably on its back.