Dare
Chasing words around the page, one lures me to the edge, says, Jump! . [ 1631 ]
Chasing words around the page, one lures me to the edge, says, Jump! . [ 1631 ]
What trouble, illness, pain, or difficulty isn’t worsened, magnified, intensified, by thought? Your next image, word, sentence, paragraph — can you replace it with a thought-free breath? . [ 1622 ]
A picture of a mountain isn’t a mountain. So with a river, a flower, and those we hate and love. Memory, too, is a kind of picture, as are words. The word mountain isn’t a mountain. But to show each other our pictures, we climb mountains and mountains of words. The memory of something that happened isn’t the happening. Maybe that’s one reason we keep fighting wars. Genocide in books […]
Tree, bird, rock, child — if things were their names, Life wouldn’t be a happening, it would be an encyclopedia. . [ 1567 ]
We meet each other in different languages, even when we write and speak the same. What we read and say and hear, is who we are and who we’ve been. What we mean, or what we think or hope we mean, matters less than listening, with love. . [ 1562 ]
Each act a kindness, each breath a prayer, Each word a poem that finds us there. . [ 1560 ]
Have I ever had a problem that didn’t begin with words, or end in their absence? Not that I can recall. The irony is, I have been writing all the while. August 25, 2022 . [ 1531 ]
The Goose Lake trail. Autumn scents. Ripe blackberries. Words said, none written. Wild carrots. Spent thistle. Chicory in bloom. August 14, 2022 . [ 1520 ]
Late yesterday evening, I was taking a barefoot stroll through the clover in front of the house when I saw, about ten feet away, a fine healthy skunk in the shade garden, quietly sniffing amongst the ferns. It had two white stripes. It seemed not to notice me. And in that instant I didn’t notice myself. That came immediately after, when I softly turned away and left it alone. There […]