You must learn not to be so superficial as to judge me, my friend, if we are to remain friends and peers.
To my friend, Terese Bozdas.
Once I stood on the trembling ice
Of a mountain torrent in winter
Surrounded by granite boulders
And dared the wild waters to drown me.
I had lost my wife.
I had lost my home.
I had lost my hopes.
I had lost my dreams.
And I dared the wild ice
Beneath me to break.
It is curious how you can sometimes
Be so numb the desire to die
Is the only thing
That makes you feel alive.
It was only when you came to me
Some years later
Singing songs of friendship,
Singing songs of compassion,
That I felt at last
The rebirth, the renewal
I want to bark
& snarl & growl
Until the world
Clears a path for you.
(About a 1 minute read)
The bad news is that you cannot love without risking almost certain pain now and then. Even the most skillful and conscientious lover will now and then inadvertently hurt you. Even the greatest loves will someday come to an end — and often tragically (that is, in the ancient sense of tragedy — due to a flaw in human nature).
The good news is most — but never all — of the suffering most of us experience when loving someone comes from clinging unnecessarily to someone in an attempt to preserve the pleasures or avoid the pains of loving them. If you can see this, and see it very clearly, you will put an end to the clinging, and with it, most of the suffering.
You need not do anything else. You need only see it. Once seen, your mind will reflexively avoid clinging like it would reflexively avoid a snake in the grass.
That is not something you should believe. No matter how strongly you believe that, belief will not bring about an end to the suffering. You must see it, instead. You must watch it happening. You much watch the whole process of clinging producing suffering — and no one can watch it for you. No one can change a thing merely by telling you about it.
The way to watch it is through meditation. Not introspection. Not contemplation. Meditation.
Just my two cents.
(About a 2 minute read)
A kind man,
Butch’s dad did his best
To raise his seven kids.
On a hundred and fifty acres,
It was bottom land,
Rich and deep,
But it wasn’t enough,
He never got ahead.
He never got ahead
And worked himself to death,
The death of a kind man.
(About a 1 minute read)
I profoundly regret I am unable to accept
Your apology, your olive branch,
Your redress, your atonement
for the insult
You hurled at me today.
Alas! I find myself unable to accept your apology
On a mere legal technicality,
No more than a mere legal technicality.
The mere legal technicality
That you did not offer one.
(About a 3 minute read)
I beseech thee! I, a wretched beggar, beseech thee!
In the hour of Marissa’s crisis, in the hour of her darkness,
I beseech thee! I beseech You whose lowly latrine
Is not only infinitely above me, but is thoughtfully plumbed
To drain into my life.
You who are sacred, holy, and divine
You who are the Twisted Circus Clowns Above Us All
Have mercy upon my friend Marissa,
Have mercy on her, you Clowns!
For Marissa has lost her heart, her only heart —
And tragically, her heart has been found by mine.
They won’t, Marissa. They won’t help you at all.
Trust me, I know the Clowns,
I’ve seen them with my own wisdom.
It’s always good to pray in times of crisis
But the Clowns won’t answer prayers.
I do it for tradition, Marissa.
My prayers for you are just formalities.
I only pray for the sake of tradition.