When you do things from your soul you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures. Reach for theRead more…
Come to Hiroshima by Ron Hertz
Come to Hiroshima to those who with no shame condone annihilation of whole cities or nations please come to Hiroshima come in early August when the heat is worst make sure you’re there on the sixth when the sweat runningRead more…
Fingers
Fumbling for the door knob like a drunk with numb fingers with a drunk’s forgetful patience taking so long to realize there’s a blindfold problem… and after that the hall is still dark the door is just a broken closetRead more…
Hands
Don’t you think it’s like our 2 hands this inner life and that outer life? Look down at them – the way they cooperate but differently nearly the same, but with inseparable dexter and sinistry. The outer life is aRead more…
First Morning of the World by Zachary Horvitz
On the first morning of the world God gave himself a gift — an anonymous gift called wakefulness. He didn’t ask for anything. He didn’t ask for it. Like all gifts it was terrible. Imagine the burden of stars. ImagineRead more…
Why does YES have so much NO in it?
I watched a woman online go through a year of “yes”; saying yes to every invitation she got to do something (reasonable/moral/legal) for an entire year. She reported the exhilaration of it, and the exhilaration of being done. I draggedRead more…
Spanish Ballad by Tony Hoagland
That barista, Mother, with the dark-roast eyes and the silver nail through her left eyebrow, who pulls the handle of the espresso machine with such imperial ennui – Mom, does she not know that she is killing me? I haveRead more…
Constant Noise
The Tao asks: How can you live with the constant noise of traffic? What kind of question is that? Have you ever been in an uncharted cave, say, or in a simple blond A frame in the crotch of theRead more…
A Blessing for the New Year by John O’Donohue
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, mayRead more…
Whenever He looks at you – St. Thomas Quinas
God sees nothing in us that He has not given. Everything is empty until He places what He wishes into it. The soul is like an uninhabited world that comes to life only when God lays His head against us.Read more…