Not As It Appears

“I am who I appear to be,” said the man. “Only most of me does not appear.”

“I am who I appear to be,” said the god. “Only most of me is not apparent.”

“Ah,” said the man. “You and I are not so different.”

“Yes,” said the god. “And no.”

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Not As Vanilla As It Seems

As I held her, she laughed.
Because I didn’t know whether she smelled of

or Vanilla.

And I laughed.
Because I knew whether we wander

English gardens,
or the hills of Provence,
or Aztec temple grounds together,

I think only of how she smells as I hold her.

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The Time Of My Life

I had the time of my life
And it was amazing.

I roamed the ends of the earth
Consuming all I experienced
And touching those I love.

I am having the time of my life
And it is amazing.

A specter roams the ends of the earth
Consuming all it experiences
And touching those I love.

Tomorrow (if granted one more day)
I will have the time of my life
And it will be amazing.


They say you can see the infinite
From the windows of your soul

And you must keep them clean
To gaze upon the face of God

Yet the holiest of places
Are full of stained glass

Flowing Past

Some droplets flow smoothly in the river
Carrying Huck and Jim

Some droplets slam on the rocks astride
Grizzlies seizing salmon fighting death forging life

Some droplets ooze into the ground
Sneaking past beetles, burrowing past roots

Some droplets rise high, so high, and peer down,
Then crash in a fury of sound and light

It matters not
In the end
All reach the ocean
Touching on their way

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Thoughts #7

The way out of the darkness is obvious:
First, admit you cannot see;
Second, listen so you may learn;
Third, speak so others may find you;
Fourth, reach out to find the world around you;
And fifth, feel what you feel.

The Carpenter’s Wedding Bed

Joinery is a balance of tensions:

Too much tension, and the construct collapses under the stress;

Too little tension, and the joints touch briefly then fall away.

In the beginning the hammering and the nailing helps, 

But in the long term the weight the bed carries

Provides the force that keeps it all in place.

Outside the Ring

“Why do you keep entering the ring?” they asked the aging boxer.

“Because outside the ring, the flowers that bloom are eaten by the deer that graze, and they are eaten by the wolves that hunt, and they are eaten from within by their fear of their young.

“Because outside the ring, in your cushioned offices and heated factories you are pummeled and ravaged by the fists of time until you are left bloodied and dead on the canvas of your life.

“Because outside the ring, the children who think they are not children play their dangerous games until one by one they are knocked to the ground by life.

“At least here I face the fist of fear with eyes open, gloriously aware of where I am, rather than get punched in the back of my head by the illusion that I am not in the ring.”

Boiling Frogs

If you try to put a frog
in a pot of boiling water
it will try to jump out
to save its life. 

If you put a frog
in a pot of cold water,
then slowly raise the temperature,
science has shown us
when the water gets too warm
the frog will also jump out. 

Frogs ain’t stupid. 

Why are we?

A frog sitting on the handle of a saucepan, which is sitting on an electric hob, which is glowing red.
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The Spiritual Circus

We are all unstable; yet some of us balance better than others.

There is the strongman who stands upon the ground balancing;
And nothing (not wind, nor rain, nor sleet, nor snow) will make him move;
A thousand tiny muscles constantly adjusting inside;
While he smiles, immobile, before the onslaught.

There is the child playing with motion;
Mother gently holding hands;
Who swings from side to side until he holds the spot;
And their laughter makes him fall.

There are the lovers, hands interchanged;
One swaying left and the other swaying right;
As they learn that balance together
Is easier than balance alone.

And then there are the dancers, 
Who flow the instability from extreme to extreme, 
Swaying to some beat they hear and we see,
And we cannot look away.

True beauty though, 
True beauty,
Comes in the circus. 
As the dancers hold the lovers
Who hold the children
Who hold the strong men
Who hold the dancers;
As the music courses and
A rhythm takes hold 
That hides the imperfections;
We strum strum strum
In beat beat beat
To the sway sway sway;
And balance together
With music from nowhere
Turns instability to art.


Three Lives of Trees

Once I was the oak upon the hill, strong and resolute. As the winds came, I sheltered the sheep beneath my boughs, and with a low grumble stood still against the storm.

And a leaf fell.
And a twig snapped.
And a branch fell.
And my trunk cracked and I tumbled.

And so I thought, I must not be an oak – I pretended to be a palm. I learned to bend, to twist, to turn. In light winds the sheep still sheltered, but in the storms I yelled, “run you fools run!” Alone before the tempest I would dance, swing wildly, toss my body, my mind, my soul against the ground and air, and yell “I can withstand! I can withstand!”

And a fruit fell.
And a frond snapped.
And a branch fell.
And my trunk cracked and I tumbled.

And now? From an acorn I grow anew, but I grow amongst the palms, the sycamores and the ashes. The willows weep around me. The holly bushes snare lovers ‘neath their thorns. Our roots mix and our seeds mingle as the sheep graze beneath the canopy. So when the storms come my oakish torso will take my share as we raise our leaves to the heavens.

And the fruit shall grow.
And the leaves shall wave.
And the branches will soar
As our trunks worship the forest for our trees.

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Dangerous Times

While we’re killing time,
Time is killing us.

And at times
I think it’s time
To end these times
To thwart that time.

But this time 
I’ll take the time
To note no time
But this time.

Oh the killing time
May come in time;
Yet this time
Is not that time!