Self Alignment

Commitments with convictions.

Conflicting interests, all.

Path with communal purpose. 

Purposefulness with keen skill.

Skillful means with core values.

Core concerns with social use.

Social use with spirit growth . . .

leading to action that is

personally satisfying

socially productive 

spiritually sustaining.

On Facebook I Saw

On Facebook I saw

that the same letters

rearranged make up 

two words, belonging

with one another . . .

listen  &  silent,

apposites of yore,

as in, to listen

mind must be silent,

and to be silent 

mind has to listen—

no own self-being

can do both at once.

Holy writ doth say,

Let go your soul’s yen:

lose self to find Self.

Clouds Unknowing

Seven southern days 

it has rained some, so

all’s green with envy

of a dry spell . . . well,

not like unto the

hell rising yonder

in the western hills

and valleys that need

torrential waters.

One fine day may be

we’ll be capturing 

clouds here, to share there.

Writer’s Block?

There is a sure cure . . .

open the eyes wide

and thy heart wider.

Then listen for things

speaking their stories 

from between the lines.

After Cremation

The ashes sing—

Slave to nothing . . . 

Servant of all.

Beyond Consignment

Renowned figures of 

science seem content

consigning to time’s

dustbin, religion.

You’d think they’d apply 

their refined method

to study firsthand

her very object:

consciousness.  Instead,

they pick out the hand-

me-down remnants to

pick on, as if these

surface features could

exhaust the subject.

To plumb the depths of 

awareness you must

wake up, and waking

you do see clear light . . .

once you let go of

your self as seer.

Yes, some religious

are just as confused

so they use their faith 

to build up own rank.

Refinement

On days of much rain

the brook running through

Overton Park roars . . .

otherwise it crawls,

like today, and yet

it always babbles,

like a glass of fine

wine, a refined word, 

nay, a monkpoem.