She spoke with a voice so soft that no one heard her truth Read More
And though honesty was her intention
And love her presence
Shame pushed her into silence
Both she and the world suffered as a result
Tonight I used too many words that made too little sense while sitting on a river bank beneath galaxies made visible by dark. Nature’s beauty abided in voiceless authority.
We both like intellectual paths. And so monologues became our feet. She led and I followed, then we changed positions and ventured places we often only go alone. Read More
When I fathom the incomprehensible, there’s God.
When I hear the inaudible, there’s God.
When I feel the inexplicable, there’s God.
God’s everything I am and everything I’m not.
Why are we straining to prove divinity’s existence?
Is it not because we’ve lost the divine within ourselves? Read More
Let’s establish something right now and real quick:
Don’t share your thoughts until coffee’s dripped.
And don’t expect small talk before coffee’s sipped.
I’m a slow riser and mean to keep it that way.
I don’t like thinking when I’m not awake.
Have a great idea?
I’m sure it can wait. Read More
I’ve observed the placebo group;
Those proverbial pill poppers enthused by scriptural salt tablets that promise immortality.
They are drinking from a communal cup, claiming wine is blood and bread is flesh.
I’ve seen their veneration of symbols of death;
Kneeling before headstones and instruments of torture. Read More
We woke up at a 16th century colonial mansion turned backpacker’s inn.
We snuck out quietly as to not wake our sleeping compadres in the bunks around us.
Before 5am the carretera was quieter than we’d ever seen it, minimizing the need to swerve between rickshaws and cattle drives.
The cabbie didn’t have change for our US dollars, so he got a little extra tip.
Perhaps it was a commonly implemented strategy to best departing gringos.
Whatever the case, he left content. Read More
I find the manmade world to be merely tolerable;
a manipulated rendition of select natural qualities
with a domesticated lifestyle so dominant it feels unquestionably correct.
Until you question it.
Then you learn that… Read More
Societal standards are fatal,
As trivial tasks poke holes in our cups
And we drain life for the appearance of productivity
We must be filled before we can overflow
What does hustle and bustle make?
Does it offer sustenance? Read More
I wasn’t raised to kiss or venerate icons.
My spiritual leaders told me it was an archaic form of idolatry.
So I sought the attributes of divinity in nature, human faces and modern melodies.
I smelled fragrance of God on all of them.
But then I sought refuge with a brotherhood of monks.
They embraced me like the prodigal. Read More
Thomas Merton already lived out my struggle.
He’s a soul brother who penned thought and emotion more honestly than I allow myself to think.
His writing looks into a soul being magnetized to God, as the foundations of logic and intellect are stripped away.
Brother Tom, my accomplished and holy friend, you’ve told me how you went about becoming set apart.
You’ve been vulnerable in your sharing. Read More