Perfect Isn't

perfect grammar is not perfect truth
perfect mathematics is not perfect reality
and perfect structure is not perfect beauty

Remove Doubt

remove doubt. it is a broad and tall object but never weighs more than a seed.

The Low Door to Love

i once came to love by a gate
to a door i was too tall for
and ruminated on the chore
until it was too big to state,

then i recalled the old wooded gate
with its stone wall and door so low
and how i stooped and bent my back
and to the other side walked through slow.

A Petal Falls

is it a flower when a petal falls?
and can the same be true for love?

Natural Love

a natural source
knows its natural course
and can do nothing less nor more,
and in moving to its end
it moves to its beginning.
there is nothing new in this knowing.
we have known it before we knew,
tho in knowing it anew
we are astonished
because we see the other
in the mirror of our soul
and feel at home.

Love Wrecks

A love that moves too fast usually crashes into another love.

A Promise

I have not maintained the habit to post on this blog. My attention has been placed on surviving in this new world called America. It is a surprise to some that I am not happy to return. I resume life in a culture I feel alien in; it has treated me this way. Birth into it is a fact but not a reality. Returning to it is a reality but not a fact. My heart sees these things in such ways.

How can one not embrace this mother called American culture that bore and suckled him, that raised and tutored him and bred his manners? Quite a question. The answer is I transcended this identity, first innately, then by living among others in different ways in distant lands and learning what it is to be Human. This is a greater distinction than being a man from a place.

Enough for now. There's another matter. A stout, full figured but very short woman, a woman said to be the smartest in Zagreb, compelled me by the force of reason into a promise to write about my life on this blog. She knows my life well, so her intent was absurd; no one would believe it. If I heard tales about my life, I would not believe them either. Yet, I capitulated and made a promise. And, in consequence, I suspended writing here.

After all these months, I think I may satisfy the promise to her on my terms. Like promising to swim, but up to my ankles. She and her husband once saved my life by giving me a place to sleep and rice every evening. This is the only sign of gratitude expected.

Unhonored and Ignored

Our minds know more than we do.

Essential Wonder

Like is more essential than love, love more wonderful than like.

Seasons

Every shorn sheep grows a new coat. The sheep has its seasons; we do, too.

In Absence of Trust

Deal prudently with those not reciprocating your trust, and if possible don't deal with them at all. Such people can be willful and indifferent to the pain they will cause in your life.

Wax, Wick, and Flame

They sat for a long while before silence broke. She looked right, left, then put her fingers to her lips as she looked up with tears in her eyes, asking, "What are we?"

Sam controlled his emotion, breathed deeply and said, "We are wax, wick, and flame, made to burn and glow. Then we give up the light. We stand straight in shelter, dance in a draft or out in the open air. We will be remembered how we glowed, bright or dim, and, for some, we will not remembered at all. As for her, darling, we will always remember her vibrant dance and brilliant glow."
. . . . .

Pearls

Our lives are strings, our task to add pearls.

Modern Democracy

I was asked, 'What is modern democracy?' I replied, 'It is people voting for their dictators.'

Delusion is that there is not God

The delusion is that there is not God. Religion moves beyond delusion.

Each in religion moves at a different pace. The attainment is reality as it is, and knowing God unmediated.

Delusion is a matter of the mind, its master the ego. Its a troubled master.

For some, they live in the intellect, sitting uncomfortably on a fence of contractions. For others, they live in wisdom, laying comfortably in a hammock of paradox.

To go beyond the senses, needs and pleasures, achieves an intimacy with reality and its Originator - to know without knowing, to feel without feeling, all without effort, in union with God.

Posted 1/07/08 on Blogcatalog

The Oracle

Afraid of transcendent heights, don't be cruel and own the horse with wings.

Hiatus

I have suspended posting while actively seeking employment.

Childhood's Lesson

You can’t be ‘here’ and ‘there’ at the same time, you cannot be in the present and the past now, and you cannot travel this life of time and be somewhere far behind.

It isn’t about control; control is for weakness, and the past cannot be controlled. It is about the childlike autonomy to stand and fall, again and again, until you can stand without falling. It is the childlike power to take a step, and fall, and get up and do it again and again, until you can walk several steps, and be excited and laugh because you did it.

The childlike take the successes of life and move on. The only baggage in life required to carry is the good and intelligence and abilities you have made and taken forward from your past. This is freedom.

A Poetic Reply

I received a letter. In its conclusion, I was asked, "What should I be?" I replied in a letter just one line, "Gold as strong as iron, iron as soft as gold, and in a sea of sand, a diamond light so bold."

Space is a Cradle

Light in the midst of darkness, something in the midst of nothing. Space is a cradle. The absence of something is ordered as well as what is there.

The Indivisible One

The purpose of God is indivisible.

No Robin Hoods

Those by nature selfish are thieves.

Don't Be Fooled

A whale doesn't swim in a puddle no matter how vast it is.

Breadth is not a measure of depth, no matter how frequently people behave as if it wasn't so.

A Lesson at Hand

The young man lamented his condition and declared in exasperation, "I have nothing in life!"
The old man replied, "Close your hand! Hold hard."
The young man, jolted by the command, closed his hand.
"Harder."
The young man's knuckles and fingers began to turn red.
"Open!"
He slowly opened his hand.
"Look. You still have nothing. Don't use your life for nothing again."

Possessed or Possession

To be possessed by a thought or to possess a thought - to be acted upon or to act. To be a master, i must first begin by submitting.