If you
Lead me
To the light
Lead me
To the light
I will
Follow you
Category: People
Critical Mass
It helps, from time to time
When changing the way the world sees
To change the world it sees
When changing the way the world sees
To change the world it sees
Walking Together
Walking alone
It is harder
To find the light
It is harder
To find the light
Two kids and a puck
There is nothing simpler
Nor more beautiful
Than two kids and a puck
On a small patch of ice
Cleared of snow
On a frozen lake
Anywhere in Canada
Nor more beautiful
Than two kids and a puck
On a small patch of ice
Cleared of snow
On a frozen lake
Anywhere in Canada
Grand & Grace
I am often reminded
Of the grandiosity
Nature embraces
The utter grace of it all
Of the grandiosity
Nature embraces
The utter grace of it all
Grandiose nature
Makes me feel
Very, very
Small
Smart phones and donkey carts
I live in a world
Of smartphones and donkey carts
Of poverty I have known
And poverty I cannot imagine
Of wealth I have known
And wealth I cannot fathom
Of smartphones and donkey carts
Of poverty I have known
And poverty I cannot imagine
Of wealth I have known
And wealth I cannot fathom
The Open-hearted Joy of a Child
There is nothing quite like
The open-hearted joy of a child
Such a presence is a gift
Reminding me that everything
Is going to be just fine
The open-hearted joy of a child
Such a presence is a gift
Reminding me that everything
Is going to be just fine
In the context of humanity
I try to keep people in the frame
When exploring esoteric thoughts
On the nature of reality
The expansiveness of existence
When exploring esoteric thoughts
On the nature of reality
The expansiveness of existence
Grace, beauty, the sense of the divine
Whether or not these qualities exist in the world
In the objects I observe
Or are a construction of my consciousness
I share the experience of them
With every other human being
My Bright Mantra
Eight years ago, right about this time, my life was a process of transformations. Significant ones. Life changers. World changers. Personal, spiritual, career, love: you name it, it was changing. It seemed like Bif Naked had a song for every single transformation, every single condition I was experiencing.
Prayer Wheels
Clockwise. Always clockwise. Clockwise round. Walking, spinning. Always clockwise. The wheels turn, continue turning, after they pass. Some turn and turn and turn while others fight against the inertia. Pilgrims, bright and tattered, or bright, or tattered. Some of these too will turn and turn, always clockwise, round the cluster of buildings capped in gold and brass at Labrangsi.
I will not count them: the prayer wheels, the meters, the pilgrims, the steps, the number of times I will feel the smooth patina of wood against my palm. I say to Emma: “I want to do this.” She assents.
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