Saturday, January 31, 2015

Friday, January 30, 2015

Close Enough to See

through fog
makes me realize
how much more
there must be
that I can't see.

It's like my
spiritual life.

I can only see
what I am close
enough to see.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Divine Encounters

The first time awes you.
The second time scares you.
The third time absorbs you.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Walls and Vines

Walls are constructed things.
Vines grow where they grow.

One is the work of intention.
One is the work of curiosity.

One is the work of division.
One is the work of opportunity.

Together they show the ways
the universe comes into being.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Already There

What looks like the Way
is not the true way.

What looks like the Path
is not the true path.

The true way doesn't
require a map or compass.

The true path doesn't
require a single step.

You are already there.

Monday, January 26, 2015

True Hell

The only true hell
is believing heaven
is somewhere else
and I have to die
to get there.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Too Much Hunger

Too much hunger
makes people desperate.

When people are desperate,
they become fearful.

When people are full of fear,
they become dangerous.

When people turn deadly,
they put everyone at risk.

If you want to feel safer,
start by relieving hunger.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Worried to Die

Waiting to die
is a disease
of the body.

Wanting to die
is a disease
of the mind.

Worried to die
is a disease
of the spirit.

Friday, January 23, 2015


To attack somebody just for
holding a different opinion
makes me a traitor to my heritage.

To claim the security of my nation
requires the torture of my enemies
makes me a traitor to my humanity.

To buy leaders with dark money,
then shift taxes to the struggling
makes me a traitor to my honor.

To send the young and poor to war,
then turn my back when they return
makes me a traitor to my country.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

For Sustaining Us

One crop for one field.
Another crop for a different field.
Another crop for a third field.

This is the order of efficiency.

A forest of pines in one patch.
A clearing with ferns in another.
A thicket of briars in a third.

This is the order of wildness.

One is for sustaining us.
The other is also for sustaining us.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Knowing Me

Do trees weep at our ignorance?
Do forests wail at our arrogance?
Do skies cry out at our helplessness?

Knowing us,
what difference would it make?

I should try to listen more.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Less Needed There

Seeds of wisdom thrive
in the spiritual ground
of bleached landscapes,
tangled wildernesses,
and sinuous mountains.

But they struggle in rich soil.
They're less needed there.

Monday, January 19, 2015

We Do Things

We do things for ourselves.
We do things for others.
We do things for strangers.
We do things for enemies.
We do things for no reason.
But we never do things

Sunday, January 18, 2015


Fog and tree skeletons
make one kind of wilderness.

Money and spiritual poverty
make another kind of wilderness.

But the darkest wilderness
is the wilderness we make inside.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Need for Memories

What is my life but memories?
What are memories but dust?

The more deeply I live this moment,
the less need I have for remembering.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Name Without Name

Intimate and vast.
Empty and full.
Nothing and everything.
Within and without.

Name without name.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

My Loss

To see Tao
requires no eyes.

To hear Tao
requires no ears.

To follow Tao
requires no travel.

To trust Tao
requires too much.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Teaching Us to Know

Solitude is not possible
without others.

It is their absence
that solitude explores.

When we are alone,
we become different.

This is the person
solitude teaches us to know.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015


My desire tells me what to build.
My will compels me to build it.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Clifftop View

The mystery of death
is like a clifftop view.

I can stare out in fear
into the fog.

I can turn my back
and walk the other way.

Or I can wander along
the long edge of it.

Which view I choose
changes with the seasons.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Channel and River

The channel turns the river,
but the river carves the channel.

What channel do I follow?
What river carves me?

The channel is my curiosity.
The river is my own will.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Hard to Grasp

When I center my mind on Tao,
yin and yang dissolve into one.

When I focus on the Divine,
black and white turn transparent.

When I meditate on God,
good and evil lose their meaning.

Maybe these are the reasons
I find the center so hard to grasp.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Winter Prayer

Make my legs longer so I can
stand solid on the ground.

Make my head empty so I can
see how much I do not know.

Make my arms wider so I can
cradle the broken-spirited.

Make my spirit wiser so I can
recognize my own path.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

My Spiritual Life

My spiritual life doesn't save me
from difficulty and pain.

My spiritual life doesn't hide me
from violence and evil intent.

My spiritual life doesn't protect me
from long falls from grace.

My spiritual life only blesses me
with deeper awareness of what is.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015


When I connect to others,
I discover community.

When I connect to myself,
I discover the universe.

When I connect to Tao,
I discover who I am.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Higher Windows

There are always
higher windows
in this winding staircase
I call my spiritual journey.

Those are the lights
I keep climbing toward.

But what about this window
I'm trudging past now?
What about the light it sheds?
Isn't it bright enough already?

It is through making the journey
that I discover I'm already home.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Saturday, January 3, 2015


Tao carves us
the way a river
shapes a stone.

One caress
after another.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Future Tense

A future
without doors
is a cell.

A future
without walls
is a wilderness.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Empty Chairs

Chairs around a table
are another community
waiting to happen.

We're the ones who have
to decide to sit down
and start the conversation.