Published: 7 May 2025

The meaning of rocks

The first dilemma the seeker of truth must face,
how will I know which rock is mine, which is best,
my spirit rock, the one meant to be my guide?

These are legitimate questions, but misleading.
One must ask what will lead me to my rock?
Am I prepared to serve one or many rocks,
how must I engage with my rock to know I am for it?

The second dilemma is most subtle and profound.
How do I worship my rock so I find worship of myself?

Think of the rock as a mirror. Now, throw the mirror in running
water. Let it be caught and carried away. The water and the mirror are one.
You cannot look for your reflection within it. That is gone forever.
So begins your spiritual evolution.

The third dilemma is so commonplace, the novice
may laugh. It is anything but common, and hence most important.

I have achieved perfect happiness with my rocks. They speak
to me with the voice of my mother, I hear my father’s song within.
I am at peace and content. What more do I require, what should I do?

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to be yourself

we refine ourselves
add to ourselves
through acts of kindness
help others
share love

define ourselves
through sorrows
our errors
our foolishness

immortality

you must be far removed
from the world of life and death
to think about
immortality

Dear home, gales have unseated us

Dear home, gales have unseated us, great winds blown
our ships from their moors, laid crops low in the fields
before harvest, undone all we sought to do, as if to prove
Nature allows no equity, only superiority.

Part of my human condition

I think about suicide daily
Not as an alternative
But part of my human condition
That reflects me as I reflect upon it

Spring blessing

Robins have made a home in our backyard.
Today, an old fat one lights upon the row
of potted nasturtiums
I placed upon the wall of the garden bed.
Light plastic pots filled with weightless potting soil,
he hops one to the other,

Charlie Chaplin

The clown does Shakespeare
and we laugh.

Hidden waif, tortured reader,
stolen son, serious child,

why do we howl when you misbehave,
cry, when you are kind?

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add to ourselves
through acts of kindness
help others
share love

define ourselves
through sorrows
our errors
our foolishness

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Dear home, gales have unseated us

Dear home, gales have unseated us, great winds blown
our ships from their moors, laid crops low in the fields
before harvest, undone all we sought to do, as if to prove
Nature allows no equity, only superiority.

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