We are the stuff of stars, stardust. As is the dust- bunnies at the bed’s feet. Like any other either/or it’s both/and. Awe is what we make it. A planet in the falling darkness. Tangled dust fighting a broom. Awe is what we make it.
After he died, I had to buy some socks for my dad. My mother insisted a pair go with the suit I’d spruced up for the undertaker. I bought a three-pack on sale, one pair for dad, two for me. I think of him mouldering there in his socks when a pair floats up in … More Cheap Socks for my Dead Dad
Here’s the thing I made that train The one that took Me away from there Look into my eyes You see the distance Just look and you Can see I’m gone
Zhuangzi said this about Wholeness : How is it that one who follows The Way of the creative universe walks through walls without stopping and stands in fire without burning? It’s not knowledge or daring; it’s not learning something. It has to do with unlearning. Think about this: A drunk falls off a wagon. He’s bruised … More On Integrity