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
the way it is
our notion of God is a tool that shapes us as does any tool
(with thanks to Marshall McLuhan and Lewis Lapham)
the one free extension is almost done,
taxes are due in three more days,
I have no IRS approved excuse for delaying any longer;
I could do them now,
but there’s still three days
instead I write thes lines;
absent a true emergency
they’ll be filed on time,
they always are
I used to worry and call myself a procrastinator,
now I worry not and just call me me
you discover your own path at the end, if there is one
a way doesn’t show up in the walking,
it shows up in the telling
a way is only a way afterwards
and then only in the telling –
never in the living
it’s not only that life is short, but that it’s ever shorter
most everyone wants to be happy all of the time . . . and no one ever will
life is never fair, sometimes people are
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
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zen: life by 1000 cuts
at this moment,
that I don’t like the way it is
doesn’t mean that it shouldn’t be this way,
at this moment
bullshit is fatiguing
“what is” is neither perfect nor imperfect, it simply is
impossible possibility: people seeking a life other than their own
I’m just a guy,
my head turns as she walks by,
I’m just a guy
when it comes to sex and money, most human beings can do most things
dog waste underfoot is no less “it” than blossoms in hand
these days,
even in the heaven worlds,
homeless mine the dumpsters
good to have peace with what happens;
everybody wants, but nobody gets it all
the one-eyed bear has no concern with his place in history
life doesn’t turn out the way we want; it turns out the way it wants
much talk of accepting what is,
little with the question, what is?
life isn’t what you expect, life is what happens
all things are as they are and could not otherwise be
on the other side
the grass is greener
if you are