Separation Anxiety

Unleash anger on the unsuspecting,
and you send wolves among children.

Turn a cold eye toward your neighbor,
and you grow blind to your own humanity.

Build a wall from the stones of silence,
and you cut yourself off from friends and allies.

Motion

Set in motion, a body moves
until friction brings it to a stop.
What is friction to a soul in motion?
What is motion to a spirit at rest?

In the Wilderness

In the wilderness,
we pay attention
to everything.

We consider
every possibility.

We remain
fully aware
at every moment.

Such a place
is the wild.

What if the Universe

What if the universe
with all its hordes of time and space
is really just the Divine looking at itself?

What if the ten thousand things
are simply God exploring
what it's like not to be one?

What if we are each the eyes, ears,
skin, nose, and tongue of the Tao?

Arrested by the Frenzy

To be arrested again and again
by the frenzy of life is inevitable.

I am captured by the seductions
of my senses at every moment.

The pain and glory and boredom
of every breath holds me in thrall.

These exist at the edges of who I am,
the boundaries of my skin.

Inside me is a room of silence
where all storms go calm at a whisper.

When I Know a Thing

When I know a thing, I only know it for a time. If I don't reknow it and reknow it and reknow it, I'll eventually not know it.

It is a good lesson to learn over and over again: Nothing is permanent. Nothing is permanent.

I Am Not Perfect

I am not perfect.
I have flaws that distress me.
How do I accept the parts
of myself that are dirt?

I am not profane.
I am sewn into the hem of Tao.
How do I accept that
there are no boundaries in God?

When We Are Moving

Walk down a hallway
and pass doors on right and left.

Drive down a highway
and pass crossroads on either side.

Opportunities abound
when we are moving.

An Outcropping of Rock

An outcropping of rock
allows a view of the valley below
and the mountains beyond.
Without it, there is no vista.

What landscapes do we miss
simply for lack of a vantage point
from which to look and see?

Toward All That I Am

When I turn deeper into my separate self
and away from my connected oneness,
my discontent turns deeper, too.

I become unhappy, irritable, anxious,
impatient, angry, fearful, depressed.

When I turn toward all that I am,
I become like leaves turning toward sunlight.

Power Over Others

Having power over others is one of the most dangerous things that can happen to you. Tread lightly.

Peace of Mind Does Not Require

Peace of mind does not require a peaceful setting.
Freedom from fear does not require a safe place.
Contentment does not require a contented life.

Remembering Injury

We remember the injury,
but we do not remember the pain.
It isn't the pain that makes
forgiveness hard to grant.
It is the memory of being hurt.

Waiting for the Right Moment

Waiting for the right moment
is not the way to wait for the right moment.

The way to wait for the right moment
is to live each moment as it arrives.

When you live each moment as it arrives,
the right moment arrives at the right moment.

Fearful Adversaries

To have an adversary
who is afraid of you,
is this a blessing or a curse?

To strike fear
in the heart of an enemy,
is this really what you want?

To make an opponent tremble
at the thought of your name,
is this a weapon or a defeat?

A victory with only one victor
is never a lasting victory.

Solve One Puzzle

Solve one puzzle,
and you hunger
to solve another.

What a quality it is
to want to untangle
every basket of yarn.

What a blessing it is
to want to take on
the next conundrum.

Peace of Mind

Peace of mind
does not come
from outside the mind.

A peaceful heart
does not arise
from outside the heart.

These are inner works
of our individual journeys.

If I Were Never Afraid

If I were never afraid,
would I be better or worse?

If I had no fear,
would I be happy?

If I overcame all dread,
would I really be free?

A Whisper Travels

A whisper travels farthest over still water.

When the Dancer Becomes the Dance

When the dancer becomes the dance,
does the dance know this?

When the dancer becomes the dance,
where does the dancer go?

When the dancer becomes the dance,
what does the dancer do when the dancing stops?

Nothing Begets Something

Nothing begets nothing
begets nothing begets something
begets nothing again.
This is how a table is made.

Time is not a river but a hillside.
We walk along its flank
as each nothing begets nothing
begets nothing begets something
begets nothing again.

Every something springs into being
exactly in place and on cue as we travel
over the ground of time.

What is something?
Something out of nothing.

What is nothing?
The source of everything.

What is everything?
Whatever you believe it to be.

Outside Inside Outside

Taught under the law.
Raised in the air of scripture.
Schooled in all walks of the Word.

What is outside was once
also inside. Now, what is outside
is still outside, but no longer inside.

This is the path for some.
For others, it is the precipice to avoid.
Both paths are dangerous.
Both paths are holy.
Both paths lead to the Divine.

Trusting What Isn't Real

If I trust what isn't real,
do I make it real?

If I make it real,
does it deserve
the trust that created it?

Walking a Wide Circle

When I walk a wide circle,
I am tracing the courses
of planets and galaxies
and spinning electrons.

Step by step, beat by beat,
I echo the rhythms of time,
the pulsing waves of its vast body,
breathing, breathing.

When I walk a wide circle,
I create my own universe.
I invent my own body of time.

Freedom from Fear

Freedom from fear is not freedom.
Freedom from fear is the source of compassion.

Freedom from fear is not security.
Freedom from fear is the seat of wisdom.

Reaching the Bottom

I can see the bottom of a creek.
I can touch the bottom of a stream.
I can swim to the bottom of a river.
I can dive to the bottom of the sea.
How do I reach the bottom of the Tao?

When I Am Asleep

When I am asleep,
the universe continues unfolding
as if I were not part of its fabric.

When I am awake,
the universe continues expanding
as if my wakefulness were blind.

When I am simply here,
the universe continues calling
as if I were the only one around.

Insights

Slow and not slow.
Some insights come easily.
Some take a lifetime to gain.

Do I come to them
because I go looking for them?
Or do I come to them
because they are calling me by name?

Some are found in seeking.
Some are found in silence.

Do they come to me
because it is time for me to have them?
Or do they come to me
because I petition the Divine?

Some come when ready.
Some come when called.

Really a Journey?

Is a spiritual journey
really a journey at all?

How have I traveled
such a great distance
over the decades of my life
and never left the skull
of my own mind?

Still River

Still river.
Rushing river.

One day one.
One day the other.

Still the same river.
Still never the same.

I Show Up

I show up, and answers arise.
I show up, and the cup overflows.
I show up, and the universe is waiting.
I show up, and my work welcomes me.
I show up, and the next task wonders where I've been.