21 July, 2022

I saw this postcard once

I kept it in my dreams and wrote songs to it until I reached the picture. 

 
And then the peaks, mountains and trees were carved into my flesh. Part of me until I become part of them again.

A decade of guided escapism.


Maroon Bells, Colorado. July 2018.

18 August, 2021

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing

~


Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.


Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.


~


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.


When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.


~


[Rumi - "A Great Wagon"]