Coming home to the homeless

In liturgy, reenactment is recherché symbol of event itself.

In other words, ritual is representation.

In mythic time we are at the moment beyond calculative time when soul spirit mind embodies what cannot be limited what will not be forgotten.

God! If anyone understood this, this would be all there is.

All there is here.

Transparency.

Itself.

Ill no longer

There is a secret.

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
― Franz Kafka

The secret is there are no secrets.

Tell everyone.

It's true!

Farm girl

We light candle, burn incense, for Jo.

Being with death.

Remembering her.

And her family.

is there anything else

Just tired.

Blossoms bring the Spring.
Spring doesn't take them with it
When it goes.
Clouds flow upon the stream.
The stream cannot hold them.
I'd ask why that is,
But no one's here, but
This tall tree,
Beneath which I will idle
Pondering:
The place:
The Spring,
Clouds passing.
- Yuan Mei (1716-1798)

Nothing else,

Just tired.

When there is none

It's not about pain.
Then, what?
It's about mortality. Pain is just a reminder.

Go to God, Jo, go to God Jo now

David writes to say his wife, Jo, died Saturday.

A Hindu chant is what happens the next 30 miles.

no stitch, no snitch

Whether it is a twenty year old crime or a Washington lobbying system -- we don't hardly ever know what is happening or what has happened.

What we call the "real world" is a warren of worrisome conflictual practices. Who could keep up?

A marriage, a life, a death, an unfinished story.

A payoff, a bribe, a legal destruction of our legislative and election systems. The illusion of a democratic republic.

It makes you wonder. Is there any fixed reality? It all changes.

Justice is no stitching and no snitching.

We serve time.

Move through.

That's it!

Oratory

In middle of night I think your name.