the more we accept the world as it is,
the more readily forgiveness and gratitude appear

in the grand drift of evolution
human beings: Special only to ourselves.
lineages come, lineages go.

still, leaving the room,
I turn off the lights

in the amusement park of life we don’t take the rides, the rides take us

that all things are empty
doesn’t mean that any thing
is other than it is

a thing is what it is
by virtue of how
we interact with it

drink up!

Berkeley sidewalk
munching on french fries –
grizzled crow

twilight –
birds, even the crows,
begin their lullaby

while everything is evanescent, gold and glory pass more, much more, quickly than wisdom

valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues

heartache
floats…
in Nothingness

our notion of God is a tool that shapes us as does any tool

(with thanks to Marshall McLuhan and Lewis Lapham)

cool spring afternoon,
light breeze, rippling leaves:
long sleeve t-shirt

today — the window in the chest is open, songs fly in and out

everyday the doves come by to visit,
lured by scattered seed,
a small gift for the guests

Happy emotions come and go, so do unhappy ones. These are, in themselves, not signs of suffering, potential or actual. They are signs of living.

now playing,
birdsong at dusk
music on the livingnet

faith is the skill of living without a net