To become wise:
let go of
grinding, pushing, forcing
and all thoughts of
greatness.
Reflections
To become wise:
let go of
grinding, pushing, forcing
and all thoughts of
greatness.
A thousand deaths
precede life’s
ending.
Meet them well
and the
finale is joy.
Obsessing over
putting
things and people
in their place
leaves beauty
no room.
I’m here,
now,
and time is still skipping along -
melancholy.
Moderation is boring,
says the world.
Still, Goldlocks chose
the just right one.
Maybe the world
doesn’t know
much at all.
Pushing,
chipping,
grinding -
images of force + power + violence
attributed to making a
life.
What if instead
you let yourself
fall and be
pulled into what
is and
what is
next?
Simple.
A negative (i.e. he is simple)
I find simple to be
superlative:
A cup of coffee,
a pencil on paper,
clean sheets,
a hot shower.
The mystery of
identity, vocation, and energy (Spirit)
will never be explained
only
explored .
Nature has no intention
yet
humans attribute malice mostly
to cycles and seasons
that follow each other closely.
There is something about being
covered in dirt
after working.