Tuesday, November 11, 2008


the id comes knocking on our door
blindly striving to gratify its instinctual impulses
while ego desperately co-ordinates
alters, attempts to control and repress
incorrigible impulses incompatible with reality

the id in a tempestuous borderline truce
held at-bay tenuously, moment-to-moment

at last, the id hands ego
its head-in-hand

Saturday, November 8, 2008

primal instincts (the id) press forth
the ramparts strain
forces of the ego falter
stumble-upon and wear thin
finally dissolve
the individual rejoices in liberation

there were the usual lines
albeit with new faces
somehow new yet familiar...homeless
more were women and children...homeless
those by-passed by prosperity
faces not yet weathered and worn
still, too fresh, but...homeless

Friday, November 7, 2008

as we must reconcile ourselves to death
so must we commit to life
as a moment-to-moment proposition
it is imperative that we
sustain momentary awareness
for lapses in-between moments
is where death lurks gathering itself
repelled only by leaps of faith

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008



passion is of the moment
it fulfills itself quickly
being of the moment but not transcending...
if only, we could nail passion down
substantiate it
but passion is not so easily caught
rather, it is as elusive as the moment itself

passion like a butterfly
lighting on this then that
but captured not...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself
when i looked down the way
and saw a blind man playing air guitar
on his cane
which of us is more crazy...
sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself

nobody feels any pain
tonight as i stand inside the rain
everybody knows
that baby's got new clothes
but lately i see her ribbon and her bows
haven fallen from her curls
she takes just like a woman
she makes love just like a woman
and she aches just like a woman
but she breaks just like a little girl

dylan

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


SPREAD THE WEALTH

from each according to his ability
to each according to his need
Karl Marx


all that believed were together and held all things in common
and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men
as every man had need...Neither said any of them that aught of the things
which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common
ACTS 2: 44-45

Monday, October 27, 2008


The day you were born
you changed my life
looking at you in your bassinet
i marveled in awe
truly, i believed you to be angelic
i stared at you incomprehensibly
i couldn't get my mind around "you"
standing an all nite vigil at your side
fearful that you might re-ascend

The day you were born
you changed my life forevermore
the feminine side of my soul
came to life with your first breath
i became aware of tender sensibilities
that i had left behind in childhood

Your birth was my rebirth
and tho you are a mite older now
the life you awakened then
has been my constant companion ever-since

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Thursday, October 23, 2008

profit pirates enslave us all

Sunday, October 19, 2008


what costs are you willing to incur
to Purify
what expense to re-gain your Innocence

Thursday, October 16, 2008

learn to live with your hunger
as we abstain from food
so do we nourish our Spirit

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


SACRED EARTH

Saturday, October 4, 2008


once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime
didn't you?

you used to laugh about everybody that was hangin out
now you don' talk so loud
now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging your next meal

how does it feel?
how does it feel?
to be without a home like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone

dylan

Friday, October 3, 2008


when time reaches its end
it will have come around to the beginning
again
so, where did the Garden (Paradise) go
it receded into the unconscious
revealed, again, by expanding consciousness

heaven is measured (experienced) by our own depth of
consciousness

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Aunt Sarah
"THE HANDMAID'S TALE"


"The mind of man is like a wall
that divides man from God"

Anonymous

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

FUELING THE FIRE OF REAL CHANGE
by Chris Hodges

Turn your back on Wall Street. Walk a few blocks up from the gleaming and soulless towers
of disintegrating capitalism to the shabby, brick Catholic Worker house at 55 E. Third St. Sit, as I did recently, in one of the chairs in the basement dining room with its cracked linoleum and steel utility tables.

"Works of mercy and contact with the destitute sustain the spark in the ashes," William Griffin, who has been with the Catholic Worker for 34 years and writes for the newspaper, told me. "It is with the poor and the indigent that you sense the imbalance and injustice. It is this imbalance that inspires action. Generations come in waves. One generation is inspired by these sparks, as Martin Luther King was during the civil rights movement. These fires often fall away and smolder until another generation.

The coals of radical social change smolder here among the poor, the homeless and the destitute. As the number of disenfranchised dramatically increase, our hope, our only hope, is to connect intimately with the daily injustices visited upon them. Out of this contact we can resurrect, from the ground up, a social ethic, a new movement. Hand out bowls of soup. Coax the homeless to shower. Make sure those who are mentally ill, cruelly cast out on city sidewalks, take their medications. Put your muscle behind organizing service workers. Go back into America's resegregated schools. Protest. Live simply. It is in the tangible, mundane and difficult work of forming groups and communities to care for others and defy authority that we will kindle the outrage and the moral vision to fight back. It is not Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson who will save us. It is Dorothy Day.

Day, who died in 1980, founded the Catholic Worker in the midst of the Great Depression with Peter Maurin. The two Catholic anarchists published the first issue of the Catholic Worker newspaper in 1933. They handed out 2,500 copies in Union Square for a penny a paper. The price remains unchanged. Two Catholic Worker houses of hospitality in the Lower East Side soon followed. Day and Maurin preached a radical ethic that included an unwavering pacifism as well as a hatred of unfettered capitalism. They condemned private and state capitalism for its unjust distribution of wealth. They branded the profit motive as immoral. They were fervent supporters of the labor movement, the civil rights movement and all anti-war movements. They called on followers to take up lives of voluntary poverty. The Catholic Worker refused to identify itself as a not-for-profit organization and has never accepted grants. It does not pay taxes. It operates its soup kitchen in New York without a city permit. The food it provides the homeless is donated by people in the neighborhood. There are some 150 Catholic Worker houses around the country and abroad, although there is no central authority. Some houses are run by Buddhists, others by Presbyterians. Religious and denominational lines mean little.

Day cautioned that none of these radical stances, which she said came out of the Gospels, ensured temporal success. She wrote that sacrifice and suffering were an expected part of the religious life. Success as the world judges it should never be the final criterion for the religious and moral life. Spirituality, she said, was rooted in the constant struggle to fight for justice and be compassionate, especially to those in need. And that commitment was hard enough without worrying about its ultimate effect. One was saved in the end by faith, faith that acts of compassion and justice had intrinsic worth.

Many of the old stalwarts of the movement do not place their hopes in Barack Obama or the Democratic Party. They see their task as sustaining the embers of social and religious radicalism. They hope that this radical ethic can once again ignite a generation shunted aside by a bankrupt capitalism.

"If you lived through the civil rights movement as I did, you would want very much to vote for Obama," said Tom Cornell, who first came to the Worker in 1953, "but I don''t think I will be able to, given Obama's foreign policy and his failure to promote a health care system for all
Americans. I can't vote for someone who leaves an attack of Iran on the table."

Those within the Worker, however, worry that the looming economic dislocation will empower right-wing, nationalist movements and the apocalyptic fringe of the Christian right. This time around, they say, the country does not have the networks of labor unions, independent press, community groups and church and social organizations that supported them when Day and Maurin began the movement. They note that there are fewer and fewer young volunteers at the Worker. The two houses on the Lower East Side depend as much on men and women in their 50's and 60's as they do on recent college graduates.

Our society is more brutal than it was, said Martha Hennessy, Day's granddaughter. "The heartlessness was introduced by Reagan. Clinton put it into place. The ruthlessness is backed up by technology. Americans have retreated into collective narcissism. They are disconnected from themselves and others. If we face economic collapse there are many factors that could see the wrong response. Their are more elements of fascism in place than there were in the 1930's. We not only lack community, we lack information."

I do not know if our hope lies with the Catholic Worker. Institutions, even good ones, ossify. They can become trapped in the deification of their own past and rigid canonization of the views of those who began the movements. But as our society begins to feel the disastrous ripple effects from the looting of our financial system, the unraveling of our empire and the accelerated rape of the working and middle class by our corporate state, hope will come only through direct contact with the destitute. The ethic born out of this contact will be grounded in the real and the possible. This ethic will, because it forces us to witness suffering and pain, be uncompromising in its commitment to the sanctity of life.

"There are several families with us, destitute families, destitute to an unbelievable extent and there, too, is nothing to do but love." "Day wrote of those she had taken into the Catholic Worker House. "What I mean is that there is no chance of rehabilitation, no chance, so far as we see, of changing them; certainly no chance of adjusting them to this abominable world about them-and who wants them adjusted anyway:

"What we would like to do is change the world-make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. And to a certain extent, by fighting for better conditions, by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, of the poor, of the destitute-the rights of the worthy and the unworthy poor, in other words-we can to a certain extent change the world; we can work for the oasis, the little cell of joy and peace in a harried world."

Chris Hedges, in COMMON DREAMS, September 30, 2008


change?

Friday, September 26, 2008

all we are saying is give peace a chance
all we are saying is give peace a chance

BEATLES

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

...a joy so deep and pervasive
that it transforms your experience of life

Saturday, September 13, 2008

No matter what the injustice
what the oppression
in crying out to God
we breathe in Righteousness

Sunday, September 7, 2008


out of the darken depths of consciousness
emerges a thirsting desire for Light
only thru Light
can the inherent destiny of consciousness
become manifest

Friday, August 22, 2008

if you want to be at peace
if you want to feel the love of god
in your heart
if you want to savor the present moment
then just let go of all the constraints
you have put upon yourself


minutes (linear time) can be expanded
into Sacred Moments
depending on our degree of consciousness
the object is the Eternal Moment

Thursday, August 21, 2008

when you walk my way
obstructions fall away
when you walk my way
limitations dissolve
when you walk my way
i feel a joyful abandon

walk in a sacred way
the way of love

Saturday, August 16, 2008



that i may abide with you knowing the fullness thereof

beyond the constraints of time
its secrets revealed
unveiled
there is a silver thread
connecting us all to the Eternal
to each other, to the Earth
it is a tapestry woven of Time

Friday, August 15, 2008



if i had never taken chances
if i had never made mistakes
i would not appreciate life
as i do
everyone in my life, as well as life itself
has become more dear, the value of life
more clear
by the winding path, i have followed
from a deep guttural-grief
gathered in primal depths
a union sublime emerges
an involuntary response to which
there is no conscious control
echoes of distant truths
permeate our being
eliciting disparate aspects
merging them into harmonic balance

the imprint of archetypal processes

Saturday, August 9, 2008


Once I moved around like the wind
and now I surrender. That is all.


Geronimo

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


On this hallowed ground
Comancheria
The People roamed, wild and free
every hill, every hollow, Spirit-filled
but now, we are the hollow people
intruders, callous and crude
lacking the substance of its Native People

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

i
safe in my cave within
the moment magically unfolds
lost, it engulfs me
helpless, hapless to its power
all vestiges of ego dissolve
warm and snug within its reaches
i breathe, or better yet, it breathes me
letting go, i am captive to the moment

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

live from a deep well within
truly, what is substantive
if not spirit

Sunday, July 27, 2008


should we catch a glimpse
of our eternal soul, that spark of light
the flame of which is inbred, encoded
with the need to re-unite
we so find our twin, who defines our Journey Home

when two, so suited, make love
they experience divine union
each gives the other the experience
of soul's completion

a physical sensation of spiritual union

and we two shared such a divine union, if only for a moment

Friday, July 25, 2008



lost dreams...
its time to pursue that of which we have lost sight
dreams are doorways to Truth
doorways to a Higher Reality
lost dreams should be reclaimed
its time to exert ownership over our lives

evolution is the present chasing the future
a future that exists outside of time
and in that which we call heaven, is the fulfillment of time
but in the present it is an unfolding, a process moving toward perfection

evolution is just a way of seeing heaven
thru the eyes of the present

Heaven...
heaven lies beyond space and time
outside the framework of mortal mind
heaven is superior to the limitations of the transitory
heaven is the harmonious working together of all that is beautiful:

When each thing receives its true nature and destiny
and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony

I CHING

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


I'm no holy man
nor, earthly king
but I look within
for the Peace with-out
I look within
for the riches of Soul
I look within
for the love which I desperately seek
When our eyes fixate on a moment in time
an injustice, such as the death of a child
we are blind to the force
sublime that dwells in primal depths
a power that thru perseverance
changes all things until
they are completely transformed in their manifestation
until there is the coming together of all that is beautiful

I CHING

Sunday, July 6, 2008


a wanderer of the unknown
must have a trustin heart
dependent as he is
on impulses from heaven

Friday, July 4, 2008

Looking past your social masks
deep into your soul, therein
is where i love you
i love you from the inside-out

Thursday, July 3, 2008


beauty
inner beauty
closely held, almost invisible
moves me to tears

Sunday, June 29, 2008

a moment, lost
overcome by fear and doubt
in paralysis
the moment slipped away

Monday, June 23, 2008

i've washed my clothes
many times over, again
you'd think they would be clean
by now...

Saturday, June 14, 2008



with the same resonance by which
Lazarus rose
(the power which commands attention)
a flower turns to face the sun
the world is transformed, brought to Perfection

by that vibrant resonance
are hearts joined
in the Sacrament of Love

Thursday, June 12, 2008


To tell men that they are equal has a certain sentimental appeal.
But this appeal is small compared with that made by a propaganda
that tells them they are superior to others, and that others
are inferior to them.

Karl Popper
I dreamed of First Man
a small figure amidst the Forest dense
he sung out and the trees and leaves
reverberated with his song
swirling he vanished
from the vortex of my vision
yet his words were strong...

do not relinquish your personal power
the only way to preserve it
is to act upon it






A state of fear only engenders cruelty:
cruelty, fear, insanity and paralysis.
In the center of Dante's circle
the damned remained motionless.
If we do not become angry
if we do not muster within us
the courage to challenge
the Democratic and Republican parties
who herd us toward the corporate state,
we will have squandered our courage and integrity
when we need it most.

Chris Hedges

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Acceptance of the Unknown
is fundamental
if you can't deal with ambiguity
inconsistency and irrationality
you severe yourself from humanity
mystery is the essence of human existence

anything less wreaks of fascism
automatons to blind obedience
cultism

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Wednesday, June 4, 2008


he hides in darken corners
he darkens all that he inhabits
from his place of obscurity
he wreaks havoc upon the world
some call him the anti-christ
but more commonly known
as VP dick cheney

"we have to work the dark side...we're going to spend time in the shadows" dick cheney

the venerable doctor lost her
"Ego-I am brain", the left hemisphere
to a stroke (of good luck)
her brain-chatter, the ceaseless self-conversation
was silenced...
ensuing ... Peace

sidestep...step to the right
of your left hemisphere
step-into the circuitry of your Right brain
one of deep inner peace

Dr. Jill Taylor
"A Superhighway to Bliss"

Tuesday, June 3, 2008


Holy moments far and few between
must not, in denial, linger unseen
should we be so favored
blessed
it is our duty to honor Spirit manifest
should we turn our backs
we seal our fate in linear time
the inevitable end, of which, is Death

Sunday, June 1, 2008

how slowly they sway
trees in the wind
dancing to nature's silent rhythm
The true value of the human being
is determined primarily by the measure
and sense in which he has attained
liberation from the self.

Albert Einstein

Thursday, May 29, 2008


the Greatest Gift
any parent can give a child
is their undivided attention
to be fully present with them
in the moment
even, if only for a moment

the child's greatest goal
is to be acknowledged
not to be told what to do
what not to do...

but it is our inability
to exist in the present
(always chasing the future or caught up in the past)
that prevents the moment from existing

"If you bring your full attention
to any moment, it becomes holy"

Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, May 28, 2008


though we touch and are touched
by each other, in this life
the time will come
when the stars are so aligned
that our lives truly intertwine

the fibers of our hearts
will weave a love unbounded
by space and time
a New Reality

your life and mine
will become as one

until that time, my beloved
stay one in your heart
as will I
you unto me, me unto you


a moment in love however brief
exceeds all the time-spanning
of linear reality


Holiness or sacredness
is categorically different
from secular experience
in the sacred, experience is numinous
resonating with transcendent energy
in the secular, time is but linear
Time marches on
as seen by passers-by
but, in this holy moment
Creation begins and ends
in the blink of an eye

Tuesday, May 27, 2008


That man is richest
whose pleasures are cheapest

Henry David Thoreau

Monday, May 26, 2008

of Love true and practical
I know it can't be
but for a moment
my heart soared again
alive and free...

but now all resettles
into that stagnation
that is reality...

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Beyond Original Sin
is Original Innocence
man's True Reflection, True Being
if we should ponder
then should we not seek the Source
dwell not in the Shadow of Evil
but bask ye in the Light of Truth

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


with modesty and reserve, the wanderer
side-steps the onslaught of the material world

Tuesday, May 20, 2008


Mah-to-tah-pah, war chief of all the Mandans
and Mah-to-te-ha, the shaman
smoked together in the Medicine Lodge
and their warriors rushed to douse them with water...


i went to Buckweats this morning
eagerly anticipating a healthful experience
but, they asked me if i was an owner
and unwilling to submit to filthy accusations
i walked out, preserving my integrity
I own but a few things
i am not bound by ownership
freely, i roam the broad plains
following the straight and narrow

Sunday, May 18, 2008

everything you own owns you
You have to care for it, store it.
It becomes an appendage...
If you are burdened by these things
and they become the center of what you have to do to live,
is that really positive?

Dr. Mary Grigsby, "The Voluntary Simplicity Movement"

i love you
beyond even my own desire
i love you
press no claims upon you
i love you, as you are

Saturday, May 17, 2008

We would like to be quiet, but our restlessness will not allow it.
Hence we believe that for us there can be no peace except in a
life filled up with movement and activity, with speech, news
communication, recreation and distraction. We seek the mean-
ing of life in activity for its own sake.

Thomas Merton
There is a perverse form of contemporary violence (that is) activism and
overwork... The rush and pressure of modern life are a form of violence. To
allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to
surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to
want to help everyone in everything, is to succumb to violence. The frenzy
of our activism neutralizes our work for peace. It destroys our inner
capacity for peace.

Thomas Merton

Friday, May 16, 2008

In Love
all things are beautiful
In Love
all things are possible
is there any reason, not to be
In Love

Monday, May 5, 2008

looking upon
a gray-haired, little ole lady
my vision reconfigures
and i see a smiling, care-free child

Sunday, May 4, 2008


in mindless delight
i poison myself
with a greasy cheeseburger
fries and a coke

Saturday, May 3, 2008

once you've been wounded
cut to the core
endured the dark nite of the soul
yet kept your heart open
vulnerable
then and forever more
you feel others pain
as your own
you bleed and continue to bleed
every traumatic event is a re-play
of your own wounding
deep pain is transformed into deep empathy
empathy evokes Sacrifice and thus, healing
for it is thru Sacrifice that the Holy Spirit is summoned
and only Spirit can heal the world

Friday, May 2, 2008

in seeing with Light
the Kingdom manifests

Wednesday, April 30, 2008


see you an angel
when you gaze upon woman so fair
see you an angel...

spirit manifesting your heart's desire

Sunday, April 13, 2008

our lives
only stations along the way
not the end-of-the-line


i love the little girl
in a woman
oh its no doubt
the woman is beguiling, intriguing
but its the little girl
the one who believes in dreams
the little girl
the one who is joyous
whose voice trickles and leaps
like a cascading mountain stream
it will always be the little girl
who embraces life magically
with her exuberant heart

Friday, April 11, 2008

Once your heart
gives birth to love
pure and true
once you submit
to its ancient wisdom
allowing it to nourish you
tenderly it leads
and your life is forever changed
it may turn you inside-out
challenge your most time- honored beliefs
but given free reign
its heart that brings you blessings
heart that puts a knowing smile upon your face
...but its heart that we betray

we return to that shallow- way
that has no depth, no soul
that shallow way that knows not passion
that shallow way, halting in step
freezes in fear
in trepidation calculates...

give it no thought though
we mortals have not eyes to see
our metaphysics, reason, protects us
instills in us a sense-common
which denies seeing and being
its only Natures Child, God's Holy Child
that defies reason
but not...
no, not you and me

Thursday, April 10, 2008



Did you not know
but then
you have always known
haven't you
i have been waiting
deep in the place of your dreams
when you called
was i not there, at once
by your side
in this place
us, where we are, who we are
remains eternal
only time changes
flowing like a river
in which we stand
ankle-deep


I saw the look
again
caught it in your eye
just a flash
a moment gone by
but...
you can't hide
whats in your soul
you can't deny
that over which you have no control
when you are loved by someone
deep and true
when your souls connect, merge
its really not up to you
anyway
i love you
beyond all time
beyond all rules
i love you
because i've seen your soul
looking out at me
when it gathered itself in your eyes

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

we cannot fully appreciate
what we have, until we lose it
loss, however, is the gateway
to greater wisdom and love
pain and suffering, then
are welcome companions
on this, the Spiritual Path

Saturday, April 5, 2008


the journey is the path
not the destination
walk in a sacred way
as i napped i heard someone stirring
i thot it might be my beloved
trying not to disturb me
but, no
the movement came from within
in my mind or more aptly
my soul

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Exhausted
I knew my body wasn't functioning properly
to recuperate i sat on a bench
gazing out on a familiar scene
then i saw something unseen before
a big, sturdy, lush tree
exuberant with new foliage

my spirit helper had spoken to me
coincidence of inner and outer
i got up finished my walk
feeling renewed, restored