Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you
kindnessheld in your hand,
what you counted a
nd carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eatin
g maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Your Place In The Family Of Things

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you turtles hatch and waddle to sea, as seabirds circle above. Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, 2014
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver

Erotic Phalaenopsis

OrchidSuch delicious tension
In the essence of orchid.
The intensity to every petal
stem and leaf
move me, as this being
arches, strains and grows,
ever increasing its own vibration,
blooming into a saturation of light.
See the dew drops shivering
On each humming filament
Of orchid-hood.
See its callus dangling erect
Like a clitoris on fire,
each phallus of buds rising, despite the
weight of its own future lusciousness.
Oh, the erotic tension of an orchid!
Male and female in one peaking display:
Life’s profusion represented
in one aching, exquisite form.

Not Here {by RUMI}

TherGreeningCoppere’s courage involved if you want
to become truth.  There is a broken-

open place in a lover.  Where are
those qualities of bravery and sharp

compassion in this group?  What’s the
use of old and frozen thought?  I want

a howling hurt.  This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.  Lukewarm

won’t do.  Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by?  Not here.

There’s a shredding that’s really
a healing, that makes you more alive!

For safekeeping, gold is hidden in a desolate place, wheregold
no one ever goes, not

in a familiar, easy-to-get-to spot.  The proverb goes, Joy
lives concealed in grief.

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
And called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?”

“You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and
you’ve ruined my business.  How can I

sell sorrow, when you know it’s a blessing?”

Nondual Q & A

IMG_3882I asked a master
What is bondage?
She said:  The belief that what you perceive with your senses is real.

I asked a master
What is family?
He said:  The three jewels, not the double strands.

I asked a master
What is commerce?
She said:  Exchanging what is wanted for what you want.

I asked a master
What is friendship?
He said:  It is commerce.

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What is kin?
She said:  It is fire that warms, transforms, deforms or destroys.

I asked a master
What is happiness?
She said:  It is peace.

I asked a master
What is birth, and what is death?
He said:  It is life.

I asked a master
What is change?
She said:  It is samsara.

I asked a master
What is attachment?
He said:  It is fear.

I asked a master
What is fear?
He said:  It is a mirror that points to your death and shows you the path to freedom.

I asked a master
What is love?
She said:  That which sets you free.

I asked the master
Knowing all of this, what should I do?
They smiled,  turned, and walked away.

Hell-Hole ‘Feel My Pain, World’

On an Internet highway, she was looking for relief
Warm smell of a friendship, reaching out in her grief.
Looking down her results list, she found her ultimate kin
Her heart was pounding, was it wrong or right?
She prayed they’d let her in


There he stood in the doorway;
She heard the jihad bell
And she was thinking to herself,
“This could be Heaven or it could be Hell”
Then he lit up his vest bomb, and he blew himself away.

There were voices in her ringing ears,
She thought she heard them say…

Welcome to the Hell-Hole ‘Feel My Pain, World’
Such a psycho place (Such a tortured place)
Such a dead-end fate.
Plenty of room at the Hell-Hole ‘Feel My Pain, World’
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find us here…

His mind is gruesomely-twisted, he’s got the Hummers and the long knives,

He’s got a lot of pretty, children girls, in his harem of wives
How they dance in the bunkers, the men stinking of sweat.
Some dance to remember, most dance to forget

So she called up the Captain,
She said, “Please bring me my gun.”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since two-thousand-and-one.”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake her up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the Hell-Hole ‘Feel My Pain, World’,
Such a psycho place (Such a tortured place)
Such a dead-end fate.
They’re livin’ it up at the Hell-Hole ‘Feel My Pain, World’,
What a sick surprise (what a sick surprise)
Bring your alibis

Drugs, oil and palaces,
Caviar on ice
And he said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing she remembers, she was
Running for the door
She had to find the passage back
To the place she was before

“Relax, ” said the watch man,
“We are programmed to receive.
“We can kill you any time you like,
“But you can never leave! ”