Category: Inspiration

Honoring Our Laborers

As we make final preparations for the most solemn American holiday, Labor Day, our mind turns to ways that we, and perhaps all of us, can make Monday’s national celebration of workers into a perfect expression of how we all really feel about laborers. Vegas, baby! Disneyland? Another less exalted way of honoring those of...

I Am

For anyone who suspects (or has figured out) that much of what is commonly understood to be The Truth About Life is actually a series of mistakes, lies, and fantasies, the film “I Am” is a powerful affirmation that we’re onto something. Director Tom Shadyac used to be Director: Tom Shadyac, the auteur of big-budget...

Poem: If One Could Add the Entirety

If one could add the entirety of what we can see and what we can’t — the supplicant on a rant, the matter dark, unknowable, a bitterness that’s stowable – what we would have to examine are children wrenched by famine, a panoply of catastrophes, like man-made war, and disease.   We would also deign...

Poem: The Difference

The difference ‘tween him and he appears at first randomly in mutations rare results unfair blessing him with ignorance cursing he with intelligence.     If a plan there be we fail to see what force of kindness manufactured blindess to that which pulses like the breast of pigeondoves and marmosets. The one who looks...

Poem: The Most Marvelous Thought

The most marvelous thought occurred to me, an occurrence in and through the hollow reed we choose to be.   How preposterously inconsequential you are! Irreducibly irrelevant speck of cosmic flotsam.   Now! (Like the B&B lady in Sheepland). Somehow you feel better. Knowing this. Having this thought occur.

Poem: The Fine Line

Between a reason and excuse A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse The shades of meaning found in joy and hope. Choose words carefully – That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity. Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity, Sentenced to the slammer, Annealed...

Poem: The Silliest Most Comforting Thought

How terribly awfully blatantly and, one might emphasize, preposterously naïve to envision even for a frivolous moment a world, or a set of circumstances, alternating laws and chances, in which wherein and also everything else you can dream, human beings, people decide to make love the reason for living.   Slilly thought yes. Even sillier,...

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...

Poem: Why You’re Great

External stimuli cannot affect the silent mind harmonized with all the voices of the universe singing their discrete vibration now and forever in a perfect symphony of light.   Nothing from the outside can burrow inside the sanctuary of a peaceful soul joined in spirit with all that was and all that is.   Fantastic...

Poem: Let’s Do This

Let’s have a little argument Let’s have a little tiff Let’s castigate and conjugate Instead of light a spliff   Our passions stoked, our ire raised We commence to disagreeing About cannabis and worshipping And other ways of seeing   Yet all this time, as we yell, Nothing’s really changed The noise and clamor honks...