Saturday, June 11, 2022


 Let there be three meat-

balls shared by two, eleventh

June a saturday

Friday, June 10, 2022


 Dribbling to the left

Stops, steps back, shoots, arcing ball

Falls easily, through

if true, then conscious awareness, contemplating unconditioned (free) will

 In prison today, the joy of conversation! 

Nine men, the greetings, laughter, deep inquiry, listening and asking into the edge of fluid unknowing.

Our second meetingbrook conversation after two year COVID hiatus.

Ends with Berdyaev, 

“Every single human soul has more meaning and value than the whole of history.” —Nikolai Berdyaev

A good place to begin again. 

Thursday, June 09, 2022

the distaste of it

 It’s hard not to see facts and evidence suggesting the former president was involved in and advocated for something very, very, wrong.

Yes, soon enough, he will be gone. But the dishonor worn by republican sycophants and enablers will stick to them for long, long, time.

Their crass cynical defiant denials are sheer embarrassment.

un sacco di niente*

                         (a lot of nothing*)

votes against gun bill

say nothing about the right

to protect what's left

widerwilliger zuhörer*

As a reluctant listener* -- I practice listening.

He said this in the interview, that being spiritually unconscious means one is "at the mercy of the conditioning of your mind and emotions" (E. Tolle, 42:00 ff)

Awareness attempts to suspend conditioning for an instant so as to allow a wisely attending presence to arrive in the moment and rest caringly in the surround wherein one is dwelling.

nescient and obsolescent

 If you want to be

a hermit, go ahead be

one — no one will know

Wednesday, June 08, 2022

fino a quando ci incontriamo nuovamente*

                            (until we meet again*)

Words are what we use

When feeling and thought want out

Into great silence

Where god dwells so emptily

Nothing can grasp what is said

Tuesday, June 07, 2022

certo che capisco

 I want god

to be god

I do not

want god 

to be


I want

humans to be

human. I do

not want humans

to be god.

one is not

the other

there is no

other, only

itself being



Monday, June 06, 2022

my brothers, I salute you

 How frightened they must

have been stepping off landing

boat to wave and sand

bullets explosions cries of 

pain and silence muting lives


 On D-Day in Normandy the beaches filled with dead men in combat gear.

The horror!

On every day in America the ground and floors are filled with dead children, teens, and adults -- in school clothes, casual wear, and Sunday best.

The horror!

No, the war is far from over.

The enemy refuses to allow us to keep our citizens safe.

In their suits and office dress they will not look out their political windows to see the bloodshed or hear the screams of anguish.

Keep the flags at half mast.

out of darkness

 Imagine there is a Spirit of oneness and wholeness that hovers throughout the world. 

All we’d have to do is not hold ourselves apart. To allow what is actually and only there to be what it is — actually and only there. 

That might be called a sane response to reality.

This is the meditation we are invited into at Pentecost.

Not to be insane.

Do we dare?

Or shall we remain the devastated and incoherent society and culture we’ve become in our distracting  and divisive disorientation?

No, let’s try sanity!

Maybe kindness.

Even holiness.

Show up, Holy Spirit, take us over, disarm us, let us see, your, clear, silence.

I recall the refrain of a mantra taught by a Carthusian:

Still our stormy minds.

Calm all our strivings.


To us

With life

Make us one.

Sunday, June 05, 2022

ipso facto

Words, fixed on paper, 

Detatch from writer, stand there

On their own, eman-

cipated, no imperfect

source nullifies their true fact