What do I Seek

“If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread.

If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul.

If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.”

― Rumi

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In the muted light of morning

they scurry

staccato feet dancing quickly

as if lets too short

cannot get them to their destination

quickly enough

desperately pushing

through grass and brush

top knots dancing

round bellies swing

as they lock in on

the scattered sunflower seeds

dropped carelessly and generously

by Cross Beaks and Siskins

lurking in the Irises

Tess the might hunter lies

tail twitching

body tense

focused death

ah

a lesson to be learned

for this vague human

who blunders aimlessly

this way and that

what is it I want?

ah

yes

may I be at peace

Namaste!

God's infinite "yes"

“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”

― E.E. Cummings

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my body

gracefully and not so gracefully

says no

and yet the sacred says yes

pundits lie

politicians mislead

haters hate

and yet

yes

a friend misunderstands

and as I plod my way through yet another day

purpose grows dim

and still

yes

it is hard to stay with no

when the Sacred

stares you in the face

with infinite

yes

Our Calling

We are all just walking each other home

Ram Dass

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the strong and the weak

the rich and the poor

poets and presidents

righteous and sinners

the wanderers,

those who trod this earth

and leave faint footprints

in the fabric of time

the plodders

those who plow through life unheading

pushing apart, pushing through

leaving an unmistakable imprint upon

the earth

we are those who in this moment

this wrinkle in time

love and hate

grasp and give

those who wound

those who heal

but ultimately

for all who plod, trod

run, walk

limp, or crawl along the way

the destination is the same

union or, perhaps

re-union

with the one from which we came

for all the road

while intensely different

is ultimately the same

it is the road home

and for all our most profound calling

is to walk each other home