Integral Difference

Integrity involves the feeling 

of being so alive as to be 

life itself, running through things—

which means wholehearted acceptance of 

the distinctive point of view of each 

within diversity of be-ing.

Poeticism

A poem depends

utterly on its

poet’s point of view.

The poet depends 

on words to order

worlds of random things.

Poets utter words

for stuttering worlds

to shine the darkness.

By such utterance

they express feeling 

of utter be-ing.

Monk Poeming

Take up thy pen

with a full heart,

an empty hand.

With forefinger

next to its thumb 

opposable

let thy heart flame

warm up the mind

till it opens 

onto worlds of 

grizzly grit and 

glorious grace.

Never search for 

words, let them find 

thy self ever 

disappearing

into loving

embrace of all

that is, that is

not present to 

thy blazing heart.

Love

The energy saved

accepting the world

as it is, is not,

without resistance,

can then be put forth

to make things better 

from your point of view.

The Uttering Aim

To utter what you

feel of being, is

the uttering aim

yet the truth of things

is never to aim . . . 

only to open

the mind’s eye and feel

what is, what is not

at the heart of things

and thus feeling this

to speak from thy heart

the world of thinging

till you start to feel

things of this world as 

not, apart from thee.

Seeing, Saying

There are things one sees

and wants so to say

but very desire

doth get in the way . . .

not unlike craving

for some beloved,

satisfied but by 

relaxing the grip.

It is like having

ones’s cake, eating it

too by transforming 

the shape of the cake

or thus losing self 

so to feel be-ing.

Stuff

In the floor of my home office

rest seven boxes that contain 

belongings I used to store in 

a work office, till I retired.

Still they sit there, without moving,

contents out of sight, out of mind.

I last looked inside those boxes

coming upon nine years ago.

I may just wait till I die and

am standing at the pearly gates 

where, according to Jay Leno,

St Peter will ask, where’s your stuff? 

I will have a ready reply.