Sunday, November 11, 2012

Hard to See


It's no coincidence
that a city map mimics
the underside of a leaf.

Every house, every cell
connected to all the rest.

The great mystery is why
it's so hard to discover this.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Time Zone


Even the rock of the earth
becomes plastic and ephemeral
when its life is measured 
against the speed of geology.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Surrounded by Art


We are surrounded by art,
but that's only because
all art starts from within.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Four Callings


To live fully.
To ease suffering.
To scatter joy.
To trust enough.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Broken Stars


A star broken in two
shines half as bright.

A house divided
is nobody's home.

A nation split asunder
has no founding fathers.

A world fractured
is everyone's wound.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Bearers of Truth


Who are my trusted guides?
Who are my best mentors?
Who can I depend on for the truth?

Guides are only guides.
They keep to the same path.

Mentors are only mentors.
They can pass on only what they know.

The one I depend on for the truth --
that one can only be heard from within.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Progress Report


Progress is a story
the ego tells itself
to make its journey
bearable.

Progress is a myth
we tell our children
to give them something
to do.

Progress is a legend
I hold onto in my heart
because I'm not ready to
let it go.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Tao Words


The words
Tao writes
on the heart
are light and
easy to read.

Not always easy
to understand.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Teacup in a Storm


A teacup in a storm
can remain on a dining table
on a slab of concrete
or land in a field thirty miles away,
unbroken.

This is like Tao.
The standing still in chaos.
The sweeping through in a rage.
The blowing in without warning.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Becoming My God


If I think my wealth
is my greatest hedge
against destruction,
then what I possess
becomes my God.

If I think my faith
is my greatest barrier
against annihilation,
then what I believe
becomes my God.

If I think my life
is already safe enough,
then what I trust
becomes my God.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Repetition


The ten thousand things
repeat themselves endlessly
without repeating themselves.

This is how the universe lives.