In the morning, a great blue heron silently glides over. I watch till it disappears in the distance, then put my head down and keep running. Only minutes later, she is back, gliding right over my path, effortlessly rising to crest the power lines in her way. She is sleek against the dawn sky, long legs pointed straight back. I want to mimic her effortless flight. I too want to find some nice cool water to wade in…
August 16th, 2007 · No Comments
August 3rd, 2007 · No Comments
Consider this work, “Quietness”, from the 13th century Persian poet Rumi:
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
May those feeling trapped inside gigantic, soulless corporations take an axe to their prison wall. May those feeling stuck in dead relationships take an axe to their prison wall. May those feeling helplessly bound to repeat their addictive behavior take an axe to their prison wall. Become the sky… escape…
August 2nd, 2007 · No Comments
Early yesterday morning I wrote in my blog, hit the “Publish” button, and left the house for work. As I pulled out onto the street, into golden morning sun, it hit me that any one of the 6.6 billion human beings on Planet Earth with a computer and an internet connection could read what I just wrote. More so than the ability to pay bills by computer, or send email instantly, or anything else the computer and networks can do, I find this completely mind-boggling. Our ability to communicate is astonishing - if we can just find better ways to say the important things and to connect meaningfully with each other.