I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, July 31, 2015
its a scary world
“listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go”
― E.E. Cummings
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I want an alternate universe
really!
this one kind of sucks
at least at times
so much hate
anger
fear
so much failure
hurt
pain
sometimes you just want to roll over in bed
and hope to wake up
some place else
anywhere else
ah
but this life is what we are given
and yes
life is difficult
for everyone
we are in this together
our pain is a shared pain
echoed in a thousand
in a million
hearts and souls
but ours is also a shared strength
a shared hope
we are united by that Sacred Presence
in which we all live
and move
and have our being
it is a scary world out there
so take
my
hand
please?
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Coffee and Rolls with God
Plant
So that your own heart
Will grow
Love
So God will think
“Ahhhh,
I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting that soul over
For coffee and
Rolls.”
Hafiz,
The Gift, Trans. Ladinsky, p.330
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ah let us plant in our souls
in that deep rich soul
that is
“the one who knows”
that is most surely
us
the seeds of love and hope
of compassion
and
empathy
for Sacred soil
holds Sacred seed
safe in its embrace
and bears
Sacred fruit
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I to Myself
“If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find
compensation in every disappointment.”
― Henry David Thoreau, I to Myself: An Annotated Selection
from the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau
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there are moments
ah, there are moments
when plans and expectations
disappear
they are simply gone
and you are left standing
in the mist
surrounded by vagueness
slightly embarrassed
at your predicament
and wondering
how you will ever
find your way
out of the
wasteland
but perhaps
perhaps
it is not a wasteland
perhaps if you sit quietly for a moment
and breathe
and watch carefully
you will find
that it is really
paradise
lost
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