“Nace” What is it that we are creating together? We exchange a few words and a presence is born. We pass in the street for a fleeting instant, and something new comes into being. Sitting across the table together, a...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt from St. Francis and the Sow, by Galway Kinnell The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing...
The dance is much larger than we think. Dancing with someone, interacting, dealing with whatever’s going on, there’s the local dance with whoever’s in front of you. And then there are all the others taking part in this huge dance,...
Why doesn’t the soul fly when it hears the call? A fish on the beach always moves toward wave-sound A falcon hears the drum and brings the quarry home. Why doesn’t every dervish dance in the sun? You’ve escaped the...
When I was a kid, “Wanna bet?” was a common phrase in the neighborhood. And if I asked you, “Wanna bet whether when you go out for a walk tonight you’ll see someone in a yellow jacket wearing a sharp-looking...
Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
