or in the hope of success.
write from necessity…
the same necessity
that governs your breathing.
and from the urgency
of the darkest hour just before dawn!
write not for yourself…
for in writing for others
you will find yourself.
and above all, be honest,
always remembering simplicity,
and naked touch!
write as if a gift,
expecting nothing in return!
and the common unwrappedby caring hands,and seen through the eyesof compassion…the secret sacrednessof the universe,contained in the mundane!
the bare branch scrapesagainst the windowof the house left vacant.the desk left cluttered,as if in waiting.the candle half burned,naked without fire.the woodstove cold as ice.the gravel drive now virgin,the mailbox rusted shut.the yard oozes like an open wound,in the womb of stillness.nothing moves, nothing at all!another world?maybe it never was!the rope tied in a noose,the…
will not let go… the part of him that isowned by fear….we have much difficulty understandingthat we are not what we possess…. butwhat we give…and so we run from freedom!
by the cup spilled,by the broom calling from the corner…by the dust on our bedroom windows,and the book we didnt read!
equality is the recognition of sameness.truth is what’s left in the mirrorafter everyone else leaves…and poverty is the lash of corporate America!
for the moon to pray,and the trees to weep.the heart once spoken need not say more,and the wind needs not definition.wise men came and left their gifts as such,and the owl waits in stillness…and the simple carpenter builds a house,believing it will be some stranger’s home.a glowing dropp of rain that fell,as if a star,…
