To walk and breathe deeply
and have enough to eat
and love someone
then to keep walking,
that is the First Dream, before and beyond the first illusions.
Detours and shortcuts, beckoning..
take us to darker places- thin of air, lonely, empty and rough,
where others are shouting
“Here! Now! No! Stop!”
It is there that the illusion becomes the Dream
and walking becomes a dissipating hope..
In the space between me and you
there is no space.
Sometimes (oftentimes) I get in the way
and step back
or move aside
But then we breathe
and the breath of all beings
makes the space small again.
And when I leave,
the space is gone.
So I must practice
They will beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks.
Look beyond the earth-ripping, flesh-tearing tanks and the silent so-soft sliding of munition-laden drones through springtime skies, pouring fire on enemies, wedding parties, and some guy standing there in the shade.
Look beyond- see beyond, imagine beyond, hope beyond- dirt and metal embedded in the torn skin of young men with pictures of children in their wallets, and of young, such young women, bleeding.
Look beyond the desire for plastic bags, air shows, beach balls, Styrofoam cups, plastic forks, bead-filled shampoo, another car, another tv, another dress, more shoes, Styrofoam peanuts for the packing of plastic-wrapped plastic electrical replacement components for plastic encased computers on plastic counters, 73 degrees of warmth instead of 65 and a wool sweater, and hair gel.
Look beyond the 18.5 billion dollars being spent monthly on death and injury instead of water wells and pipes and salves and wind generators and schools and Alzheimers research and levees and bridges to somewhere.
Look beyond, see beyond, imagine beyond, and pray. Pray not for a supernatural miracle to appear in the eastern sky, but for the strength and the courage to cause one to happen.
Ocean, water vapor, cloud, rain,
grass, cow, milk, ice cream.
All are part of the other.
None are without the other,
except in name.
Mishka, Francois, Arlene, Jose,
Alberto, Lao, Jagathi, Roy,
Simon, Ki, Marisol, Christy.
Deliver us from the evil
where ice cream comes from.
Luke 23:9: Pilate questioned Jesus at length, but Jesus gave him no answer.
The stillpoint is where the dance leads to, and from whence it begins.
Jesus was not quiet so that others could answer for him;
he was quiet so that others would listen
And continue the dance.
I know something of the Buddha;
that means I know very little.
I am very knowledgeable about the Christ;
which means I know almost nothing.
The more I know
the less I understand
and that is the way it must be-
it is the way that the universe moves,
It is the way I learned to walk,
it is the way the moon caresses
and it is the only way I know to pray.
What I know, I become attached to.
And attachment ends movement.
What I am free of, I can be curious about:
I can learn more, seek more,
Sitting beside an early-springtime lake,
the wind in my face is still a bit chilly
and the shore plants- reeds and grasses-
are now barely beginning green.
I try to imagine what it would be like
to watch this lakeside world
I was the only one doing so.
To watch with
no anticipation nor anxiety but my own,
no memory nor regret
and no truths.
(I also imagine)
hear only the unending echo of
and in some green-leafy,
a very real Love.