(This post is a continuation of the previous…) What’s a teckinal discussion, Hafiz? the child asked. Well! Hafiz replied, sitting down beside the little one, that is a very tricky thing, you see. That is when we try to identify what each thing is all by itself with such great precision any confusion in it will be squeezed right out. Sensing immediately God was an idea that would break apart beneath such pressure, the child turned […]
One time when Hafiz was balancing on one foot atop an intriguing round stone the size of a small house that was sunk into the sand beside a very fine sea and dimpled by the impact of ancient particles of dust from outer space, with his arms crossed, or flapping like wings against a blue beyond, or hitched to his side, and his other leg folded up yogically– alternately very stork-like beneath him– or resting […]
It is hard to grasp the mind’s power. In this regard I would say I have largely attempted to judge the mountain based on how fast it can run. It rather misses the point. But lately it feels like there is power in the quiet. The patterns of fence mending and worthy-making want back in from time to time, but somehow I’ve unsheathed the knife that cuts through the web. It’s kind of fun. I […]
After a day of you gotta’ be kiddin’ me and please listen to the following menu of options before making your selection, I sat on the couch with one knee up– one arm dangling off it like I could give a damn– and eyeballed the Flyers in a must win game. I eventually slid down the hill of one day I’m gonna’ teach this world a lesson and drifted off to sleep, only to find myself […]
Hafiz and I were standing on the side of the world letting our hands air dry beneath the stars while spring water fell from our chins– a delicious, plateau gestated high mountain snowmelt with hints of blue giant and juniper that rolled around on the tongue like flute music and made breathing a bit of a mad dash through a brisk rain, when I happened to see the moon hanging there like a street lamp […]
I believe a lot of interesting things, things I’ve collected along the way. I have pages and pages of notes. Scribblings. Arrows and half-thoughts running up and down the margins. Ellipses and question marks. Coffee stains. My life is a draft copy full of edits. I’m always circling back– leaping from one passage to another, sifting through my notes, strengthening the narrative, discovering what was and might have been. We are revealed in the living of […]
Embracing Forever 