Authenticity is not unveiled in a swoop of the cape. That only goes to show the last few days or hours or minutes– whatever the length of time has been since the previous flourish of unveiling– have been inauthentic. What the flourish reveals is the port of entry to our truth’s harbor. You enter by submarine. Your instruments have failed. The ballast is leaking and the batteries are dead. The hull is creaking and popping in […]
Hafiz and I have started an air band. It’s a summer thing. I guess. A now and forever thing. Like being eight years old and playing tag with your cousin on a wrap-around porch on a day that will never, ever forget you. The sky behind the house turns pink and orange in a valley between tall trees and we appear on the widow’s walk just as the bass line sets the table. We’re both […]
It is in my response to the world that I discover the thoughts most active within me, and it is quite often a humbling experience. The movement stretches and pulls and teases to the surface residual uncertainties and doubt. I have taken in reams and reams of information over the years intended to set me (and all of us) free, which my Undersecretary of Actual Motivations has taken under advisement, and accepted with a begrudging […]
My friends–! May the awareness of Love settle upon you as if the discarded cape of the Archangel Zorro has curled down through the great skies above in curling volutes of black velvet wonder like the skyfall shuffle of an impassioned chorus of sting rays– enfolding and squishing and fluttering around, riding currents of wind and smoky light, hugging thermals and insights and suddenly scooting sideways with gusts of certainty shot through its belly– to settle […]
Once in a while Hafiz takes things too far. Like after I took him to the Celtics game where he noted with ear-to-ear enthusiasm the musical ambush they sprung upon us during TV timeouts that filled the entire arena and every soul in it with raucous abandon and a preview of the apocalypse. Next day I’m sitting quietly on the living room floor in a stare down with some hint of brokenness, stirring the kettle […]
During the month of April, Hariod and I had a back-and-forth discussion on the idea of karma– what it is and isn’t and how its effects may play out in our lives. It turned into a somewhat lengthy discussion by blogging standards, but we didn’t think it made sense to serialize it, so are offering it here as a PDF file. It should read easily in a web browser, an e-book reader, and/or be easily […]
Embracing Forever 