a poem is a sermon
For some reason, perhaps that I’ve been thinking lately about the Dalai Lama and other assorted ocher, saffron and maroon robed individuals, I thought of this poem today. I wrote it in a fit of inspiration at a Poetry reading following my attendance at the performance and sand mandala destruction/dissemination/distribution of some visiting monks from […]
If I were a month I would be: January If I were a day of the week I would be: Monday If I were a time of day I would be: 3:15 a.m. If I were a planet I would be: Saturn If I were a sea animal I would be: a humpback whale If […]
To be or not to be, that is the question: and if we are to be regarded seriously, as humans, placed upon this earth to live according to our stated frame of mind, it surely makes no sense to place our trust in a universe that we do not believe; imagining a fantasy that shapes […]