“When wealth is passed off as merit, bad luck is seen as bad character. This is how ideologues justify punishing the sick and the poor. But poverty is neither a crime nor a character flaw. Stigmatize those who let people die, not those who struggle to live.”

- - Sarah Kendzior
     The View from Flyover Country

"A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ." --John Steinbeck.

Haiku

Cry freedom,
apple-flowers fell.
If the orchard knows,
does she cry too?


December robins,
sit a naked poplar.
I count twelve,
lowing sun.


Awake!
Return to Self:
Home is what matters,
to the far traveler.

Dawning of Reality

There is a part of our own mind that does not allow questions. This is our mind, created, as far as we understand that term, by the Source of all life. When we question reality, we begin to awaken, and the hold this part of our mind has on us dissipates, until its self-imposed tyranny is undone, and the true Reality dawns.

Pretending

I pretend. It's easier that way; pretend to think like everybody else so I don't have to explain what I mean by declaring that nobody real has ever been harmed, and we make the weather, along with everything we see. But "easy" is the same as hiding. "Easy" is the ego's way of keeping us convinced that we are bodies. Herein lies the split in our metaphysics. But the split isn't there. So goes the pretense.

All teaching comes through an ego, then it is given to other egos. In this sense, the ego is like a fun house mirror. Your face is fine, it is the reflection that is distorted. Try not to lose the core of your teaching.

Not Like a Wife

Your dad recalls,
when he was young,
the poplar was tall as he.

Late one night,
as you and I slept,
a great limb wrecked the porch.

Somebody should tell him,
he could get a new son-in-law.
But I won't.

Haven't seen that tree,
in years and years.
The man has a right to know.

Not my place,
to tell him you,
you no longer love me.