Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
An empty house is never really empty
if it once sheltered a family.
An empty bowl is never really empty
if it once fed the hungry.
An empty hand is never really empty
if it once helped a stranger.
An empty mind is never really empty
if it once held beauty.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
With a paintbrush,
I can paint a landscape.
With a scrub brush,
I can polish a floor smooth.
With a broom,
I can sweep a house clean.
So much can be accomplished
by many strands working together.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
When you cut yourself off from the rest of us
because it is time for you to die and you want
to die in private instead of among us who are
not, it feels unfair of you to secret yourself
away from us. But it is not unfair. You should
be allowed to choose who you want with you
for the roughest part of the ride. Bless you both.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I am born again when I realize
I am not who I thought I was.
I am born again when I discover
that everything is connected.
I am born again when I let go
of trying to control my future.
I am born again when I stop
looking for security in my past.
I am born again when I watch
the unfolding Tao before me.
I am born again when I listen
to the voice of wisdom inside me.
I am born again when I recognize
I have no need to be saved.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Old Christmas lights hang
from trees in the backyard.
Lightning bugs prick
bright holes in the night air.
We are six or seven sitting
around an outdoor table.
Empty plates. Full bellies.
Long talking in the dark.
This is how tribes are born.
Friday, May 21, 2010
If I am a pianist,
where does the music go
when I have no piano to play?
If I am a gardener,
where do the flowers bloom
when I have no garden to plant?
If I am a teacher,
where do the lessons land
when I have no students to teach?
If I am a mountaineer,
where do the footprints lead
when I have no mountain to climb?
If I am a seeker,
where does the truth hide
when I have no questions to ask?
Thursday, May 20, 2010
In the spring, cottonwoods spread
their seed in a snow of white cotton lint.
In the summer, rivers shrink and move
slower in the dry heat of a cloudless day.
In the fall, cattails break apart into seeds
and fly away on the wind like tiny birds.
In the winter, ice forms on shallow ponds
and tempts children to test its surface.
Season after season, year after year,
what was forgotten seems new once again.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Open your eyes and see the next mountain peak.
Open your ears and hear the next bird singing.
Open your hands and hold the next moment.
Open your mind and recognize the next question.
Open your heart and experience the next pain.
Open your life and discern the next step.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I want to be with someone who makes me feel good.
I want to be with someone who accepts me as I am.
I want to be with someone who doesn't judge me.
I want to be with someone who supports me.
I want to be with someone who encourages me.
I want to be with someone who wants to be with me.
But first, I have to become the person I want to be with.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Kindness comes in three sizes.
The first size is big enough
to help a stranger in distress.
The second size is big enough
to bring those closest to us even closer.
The third size is big enough
to relieve us of the pain of our own failings.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
A spring is part of a natural cycle of rain, percolation, collection, and release. A spring will continue to flow as long as the rains continue to feed it.
As weather patterns migrate across a warping landscape of geologic change, rain patterns shift, though. Old springs wither. New springs rise on younger mountains.
We do not live long enough to watch this happen, and yet we believe it does. We base our beliefs on the facts we unearth in our own investigations. Facts are the things we believe to be true.
Such is the power of faith.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Somehow we learn
to see beyond ourselves.
Somehow we discover
a world beyond our skin.
Somehow we learn
to listen for birds in the trees.
Somehow we recognize
the journey we've been on
since we were born.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Plant a willow near your house, and it will send its roots deep and crack the foundation.
What gives shade and graceful waving also erodes the stability of your own abode.
One tribe is willing to raze a forest to save one hut, while another tribe is willing to risk a warm, dry place for a living, thriving poem.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Why is there so much pain in the world?
Because there is so much fear in the world.
Why is there so much fear in the world?
Because there is so much blindness in the world.
Why is there so much blindness in the world?
Because there is so little awareness of the Divine.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Hurricanes form over the ocean,
and wind smashes the coasts with hammers of rain.
Lightning sparks a conflagration,
and mountainsides burn away in tongues of fire.
The earth quakes along deep lines,
and cities collapse like water off a shaking dog.
And yet our greatest suffering often arrives
in the thoughtless acts of those we love.