Author Archives: JRL

I Love Our Little Talks

Don’t tell me who you stand against
or what you would cut down.
Instead, describe the work you do
and how your world has grown.

Don’t tell me what I should resist
or who we both should hate.
Instead, tell me about your life
and why it is so great. Continue reading

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On Sharing the Wealth

If you do not add something of yourself
to everything you choose to pass along,
what kind of an inheritance is that?
Why should your downstream children give a damn?

What good is simply sharing more bad news?
How does that help us to improve our lot?
There is no solidarity in that,
just mindless repetition, nothing more. Continue reading

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Something Else

If I am not selling you something,
I am selling you something.
If I am not telling you something,
I am telling you something.
If I am not giving you something,
I am giving you something.
If I am not showing you something,
I am showing you something.
If I am not teaching you something,
I am teaching you something.
If I am not feeding you something,
I am feeding you something.
If I am not promising you something,
I am promising you something. Continue reading

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Anti-Social Media: free verse

They tell you to engage your audience,
to offer readers ways to interact
that draw them in. And offer helpful bits,
like simple rules or things to take and do.

But honestly, who needs one more “how to”,
another great life hack, or useful trick,
especially condensed down to a quick
and easily digested amuse-bouche? Continue reading

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The World Doesn’t Need Conquering

You ever had that feeling when you wake up in the morning, full of energy and zest for living, rested in body and mind, ready to conquer the world? Not me. Well, at least not the “me” underlying the illusions of being we inherit at birth and continue to feed up to a certain point.

If it that WERE me, does the world need conquering? Does it want conquering? Continue reading

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No More Martyrs

I don’t want to be your obsession.
I don’t want to be your life lesson.
I don’t want to be your physician.
I can’t be your last condition.

I don’t want to be your sole reason.
I don’t want to be your best season.
I don’t want to be your solution.
I won’t be your whole revolution. Continue reading

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Salt Dolls in the Sea

Like Sri Ramakrishna quipped (or maybe “quipped” isn’t quite the right word), we’re all just salt dolls sent out to measure the depth of the ocean. And you don’t need to drink more than a spoonful to figure out the whole thing is salty. Good thing, too, since our little buckets don’t hold all that much water. No matter where we kneel on the shore and dip our bucket, no matter what we call it out there and then when it’s in our bucket, no matter what the shrines we build there look like and who we think is right enough to get in, we’re all drinking the same Kool-Aid, ultimately. When we drink from the source, that is. Continue reading

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