Each of us may be nothing more than a moving wave of change, but we are waves able to know this fact. We rise and fall in an infinitely deep and timeless sea, upright and undisturbed. We share the vast dignity of awakening.
Sallie Jiko Tisdale, “On Dignity”
 |
| Blythe Smith, Finland |
The books are my true home, a fine house made of paper and words. How easy it is to open the cover of a book and move in there to live. Not forever. Just for now.
-----
Time is an illusion
The past is gone forever
And the future hasn’t happened yet
It might not happen at all
There is only now
What time is it
Always now
What day is it
Always today Add that to your recipe book
-----
Bless me, mother, I am but a simple man. Time and the tide sweep the sleep from my eyes, mother. What am I made of? Something that counts these scars and forgives these sins. I have cut the cloth and cast the dye, and I find my answers above, in the sky. And the questions, mother? Those I find everywhere. In the eyes of the people without a roof or even a crust of bread. Also in the eyes of the parents whose children are dead, lost in the war that never ends. In the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Understand, I do not lack for food but still I hunger -- for something more. Something without a name or an understanding. Something joyous. I need the night to hold me close, and the daylight to free me. I need the warmth of death and the kiss of life. Bless me, mother, I am just a simple man. And I am trying very hard to find my way.
-----
No heaven
No hell
You don’t go to heaven for being good
Being good is heaven
You don’t go to hell for being evil
Being evil is hell
Try and focus on what is happening now
James Lee Jobe
LINK: Tiananmen Square, a poem by Marissa Lin
LINK: Sidetracks IV, a poem by Bei Dao
You can support this blog with an occasional small donation, please us the link below.
Thanks, James.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please be polite.