It's no good to continue following the path
i'm on, but there is no other path
and if there is, i wouldn't follow it
What brings such quiet small despair
is that the path will not leave me alone
to simply follow it
It sings to me of gifts
that if i had followed it more wildly or wisely
i would have received by now,
or will still receive
if i continue to follow it, or if i turn
and follow another path entirely before it's too late
The promise is imprisoned in silence
This is not complicated but is the most simple thing ever
Wait for nothing
from anyone or anything
There is no protection from the promise
or the gift
or the failure
The last infinitesimal knot in meditation
will not loosen simply because i will it to
It will loosen, open and fall away
only according to some mysterious surrender,
surrender of the most cherished mystery
i will follow the path, then,
increasing my light by lightening
the weight every day
even if by only that one single thought
that i capture and torture no longer, but let go free
like a dry leaf in an unforgiving windstorm,
the most important thought of my entire life
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, November 13, 2016
(To the good thing in each life that evil would love you to stop doing,
to find futile, to see no point in, so take heart...)
The bewilderment lingers and bursts forth without warning and recedes once more....
At a time like this I can't remember why I write.
It feels useless and pointless in the face of such hatred & fear & evil....
But I'll never remember why I write by thinking about how I should be writing. Just as I can't enjoy getting the blood going by thinking about the treadmill....
Unplug Mr. TV, open that file, and get back to work, son.
The work that by miracle soothes the terror and transforms the absurd
into a kind of insane serenity. The work that will allow me later today
to be a human being with other human beings who are suffering through this much more than I am....
If I want to vanquish the haters, if I want to restore justice
to the country and the cosmos, open that file and write, friend,
write as if your life depended on it, though I write about something
as seemingly inconsequential as an angry girl going into Trader Joe's
for a smoothie, because I know my life, in the deepest sense, in the most
spiritual sense, the sense of joy, does depend upon it.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
It's not that you lose hope. Your relationship with hope just calms down & you almost forget about it. Hope is not looking forward to getting what you want. It's looking back at all the times you did, all the times you didn't, all the times you got something different than what you wanted, and seeing the whole glorious mess from a heightened perspective, from a quiet stillness like space. So that you can come back to earth and wash the dishes, or carefreely send something out again into the world. It's taking a little step that affirms life, affirms being, without having anything to do with the past or the future.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
the simplest book ever written
don't repeat anything
overestimate the intelligence of the reader
(i.e., the reader is smarter than me
and can figure it out much better than me,
i.e., the reader is not as slow-thinking as me)
no childhood, no psychology
(more to come...)
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Sunday, December 7, 2014
why does the mind go to the sensational,
the violent, the anarchic, vengeance, perversion,
the stuff of the shadow and the id?
But these days aren't the most frightening things
of all to write about . . . loneliness, silence,
kindness, listening, believing, stillness,
Thursday, November 6, 2014
"Writing will not save your soul.
The only act that will save your soul
is creating simple daily kindness for others.
However, being who you are, you must write
(as near to daily as you can)
in order to be able to go into the world
in a state of mind that will allow you
to create simple daily kindness for others.
So, after all, writing will save your soul."