Saturday, April 28, 2012

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.



Friday, April 27, 2012

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!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Farm girl

We light candle, burn incense, for Jo.

Being with death.

Remembering her.

And her family.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

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
The place:
The Spring,
Clouds passing.

- Yuan Mei (1716-1798)
Nothing else,

Just tired.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

When there is none

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

Monday, April 23, 2012

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.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

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!


In middle of night I think your name.