Daily Archives: January 14, 2003


The path I walk is not one set firm in stone;
there are no hallowed saints or holy texts,
and rarely does the practice of my faith
involve restriction of diet or act

in order to bring me back to the source.
Rather, it is a meandering way
that follows the seasons and natural
patterns, seeking for realignment

with the single thing that breathes there beneath
a thin illusion’s veil, and often hides
its simple message in such tiny things.

Love is my religion. Like any truth,
it cannot be written down and then taught;
It is learning and living the word yes.

14 JAN 2003

Seems like I’ve been in a bit of a downward spiral lately: dark themes, disjointed thoughts, cold nights and bitter winds. But it is merely one side of the coin. This afternoon I feel absolutely Whitmanesque (although he too had his megalomaniac moments and times of somber negativity).


Like bits of quartz and dissolving sandstone
that slip slowly through tired and bent fingers,
the world can separate and shift, quite prone
to entropy; what energy lingers

just seems to founder, without direction,
while shreds of meaning flail into dead space,
and all hope is crushed by deep dejection
as the pieces fail to find safe places.

Spinning out beyond the realm of matter
in a maelstrom cyclone of crippling doubt,
the gentle soul seeks a haven of sense;

and sometimes, in the deafening shatter
as the pipes of peace are bruised with war’s shout,
love is the universe’s sole defense.

14 JAN 2003