Why you are restless

Where is the mind?
Not the brain.
Your mind.

Is it even your’s?
Do I own my thoughts
Or do they originate elsewhere?
Are they reactions
Traced back to my environment?

What am I feeding my mind?
Fresh uncontaminated air
Or digital exhaust?
From an anxious angry collective
Restless and desperate.

Where do you spend the most time?

The best morality to live by

Who said that you, a man, can always perceive justice?

Who said that justice is what you imagine? Can you be sure that you know it when you see it, that you will live long enough to recognize the decisive thunder of its occurrence, that it can be manifest within a generation, within ten generations, within the entire span of human existence?

What you are talking about is common sense, not justice.

Justice is higher and not as easy to understand – until it presents itself in unmistakable splendor. The design of which I speak is far above our understanding.

But we can sometimes feel its presence.

Excerpt from A Winter’s Tale.

How much time is left?

Europe seen from space

Ejected at celestial heights

From the divine spaceship of birth

a clueless babe without a parachute



Slowly falling or maybe quickly

The speed depends on the worry:

Am I winning or losing?

Am I doing it right?



Through the material space

so goes the time space

Unknowingly consumed

Year by year, day by day, minute by minute

Carelessly, like I’ve got nothing to lose. 

The ground looks so distant

From the divine spaceship of birth

a clueless babe without a parachute

Just like you. 

Slowly falling or maybe quickly

Dependent on worries of winning or losing. 

The ground looks so distant

but certain to meet us when the time comes.

So, what are you doing in the meantime?

There’s nothing wrong

It’s perfectly ok being unhappy.

It’s worse to resist it…or ignore it.
Or feed it.
Or put blame on yourself or others.

Instead, don’t mind it.

Observe it and see what happens.

You are not who you think you are.

And you’re definitely not your feelings.

The winter sun

The Ohio sun goes south for the winter
Or it slacks, tired of shining all day
The toll of constant heat to make helium
creating elements for the universe.

But the gray it leaves us makes the heart ache
Not immediately, like a lover that leaves you
but like an infatuation that fades after the initial burst
an absence that at the same time surprises you
and gnaws at you, building through time
A dull ache
a fading glow of an ember in your soul.

Everything is so quiet
with the winter sun gone
the chatter of possibilities muted.
the sky is neutral monochrome
whitewashing the atmosphere
drawing a veil across the universe.

So the world must turn into itself
meditating on what could be without heaven.
No shine to illuminate the way
so we must make the path ourselves.