Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Enough to Remember
I look and I see
whatever is
in front of me.
But what
makes me think
I see clearly?
What do I miss?
What do I see
that isn't there?
It's enough
to remember
that I don't know.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Tight Squeeze
Life is riddled
with tight passages.
We cannot get through them
without being changed.
To resist this reshaping
is painful and a waste.
Better to make yourself
small.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
My Skin
This is my skin.
It's skin deep.
A color
not found
in nature.
Somebody else
picked it out
for me.
Want to
try it on?
Saturday, July 28, 2012
The True Blasphemy
Do you think Tao
would ever abandon you?
It has never been so.
Do you think God
would ever cast you away?
It cannot be done.
Do you think you can
ever be separated from the Divine?
That is the true blasphemy.
Friday, July 27, 2012
What a Chore
God casts flowers in my path,
but all I notice are weeds and thistles.
Tao fills my days with wonder,
but all I see are deadlines and obligations.
The universe soaks me in grace,
but all I survey is a desert of fear.
What a chore it is just to look.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
What Is Missing?
What is missing from this moment?
Only my presence and attention.
What is lacking in my life?
Only open eyes and an open mind.
What do I need and not have?
Only awareness of what is already mine.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Walls
A wall of silence
can kill a friendship.
A wall of fear
can kill the future.
A wall of ignorance
can kill a nation.
A wall of pity
can kill a caring heart.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Happy?
Satisfaction takes may roads.
Sometimes we get what we want.
Sometimes we want what we get.
Dissatisfaction travels one road.
It follows our ego all the way in.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Student Teacher
We are all made for learning.
The drive to know more is a gift.
Survive the lessons you are to learn.
Teach what is yours to pass along.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Centered
Where is the center of the universe?
In the heartwood of every tree.
Where is the center of wisdom?
At the core of every conflict.
Where is the center of God?
In the heart of every loving act.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Silent Mind
Sometimes silence is deep.
Sometimes it's profound.
Sometimes it's frustrating as hell.
What I do not hear
sometimes wells up inside
louder than shouting.
Sometimes there is only
the silence of my seeking mind.
When silence offers no answers,
patience becomes my work.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Right Answer
How can I have
the right answer
for everyone I meet?
How can I know
which direction
to point them
when I don't know
where they're going?
Why do I think
I know which road
they should follow?
I might have
the right answer,
but it's only
the right answer
for me.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Closer Than Skin
A dog can shake off water,
but I cannot shake off Tao.
A child can slink away and hide,
but I cannot slip away from Tao.
Rain can wash away mountains,
but I cannot wash away Tao.
Tao is closer than my skin,
more intimate than my breath.
Why would I want any more
distance than that?
Sunday, July 8, 2012
What I'll Miss
If I'm always listening for silence,
I'll never hear my heart beat.
If I'm always probing for insight,
I'll never feel the pulse in my wrist.
If I'm always waiting for wisdom,
I'll never see the breath leave my body.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
How Much of Silence
How much of an oak
can an ant scour?
How much of the sea
can a minnow breathe?
How much of a mountain
can a mouse glean?
How much of silence
can I ever comprehend?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Evidence
What is obvious?
What is not?
One I see clearly.
The other makes no sense.
If we cannot agree
on what is evident,
we will never agree
on what is not.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Becoming Art
Hang art on a wall,
and the wall becomes art.
Set art on a table,
and the table becomes art.
Mount art in a garden,
and the garden becomes art.
Start art in a mind,
and the mind becomes art.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Tree of Life
The Tree of Life
doesn't grow
in some lost garden.
The Tree of Life
grows in your heart.
If you do not know this,
it isn't a garden you've lost.
It's your heart.
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