The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark […]

What is This Thing?

What is this thing driving me?Is it the same instinct that sends the salmonSwimming from the sea to the river to spawn?Or is it similar to the imprinting of the migratory patterns of the birds?Is it what causes the acorn to become the oak or is itWhat turns the seeds into grains, flowers, or plants?Is […]

To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. ~ Wendell Berry

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that […]

The Glass Bead Game

We are ready to receive in reverencethe music of the masters, the symphonies of the spheresand invoke in sacred celebrationsthe ancient holy spirits of the blessed ages. We let ourselves be exaltedby magic, sacred secretsthat capture life’s wild, stormy vigor,to transform it into revealing symbols. Like stellar constellations those invocationspull us into their orbit, give […]

The Facts of Life

That you were born and you will die. That you will sometimes love enough and sometimes not. That you will lieif only to yourself. That you will get tired. That you will learn most from the situationsyou did not choose. That there will be some things that move youmore than you can say. That you […]

God’s Movie Night

Tall and proud,
A young wave
Approaches the beach
Its eagerness on bold display
As it flaunts a perfect 1.618 curl

Connecting with the hard reality of the shoreline
The wave is born onto the land
In a sizzling collapse of spray and foam