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The Bright Pearl: bob and wheel

The world is filled with ancient stuff;
it came alive before our time
enslaved it, chained to days and hours,
and thought its might could humbly serve
our desire.
We thought we knew the way:
might, right, and fire,
And so hastened the day
when our kingdoms expire.

The world is always new and bright;
it births each day despite our work
to cage and bottle energy
and dole it out to better serve
their masters.
We think we rule alone.
Despite each new disaster,
pretending the unknown
is just hell’s ever-after.

The world is what we make it, yet
its underlying stuff persists
far past our lives and then beyond.
It does not care much for our whims
or dreaming.
We think we know such much:
that being is in seeming,
and jewels we can touch
for only us are gleaming.

23 APR 2025



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White Hat Testing

Too many people only seem to do good deeds, or even want to be caught doing them, if there’s a reward in it: remuneration, recognition, or at least reputation. Even saints want to get in good with their patron (or patrons, male or female, mortal or divine, immanent or imminent, true north or morally ambivalent). And that’s good, in some respects, because it means of all the good deeds that need doing, at least some of them may get done. Because there’s always somebody promising something to those who believe in something enough to do something stupid about it. And usually, the feed doer doesn’t find out too soon that the eternal reward promised isn’t as advertised. But by then, for better or worse, the good happens.

But it doesn’t last. Because good, when not done just for its own sake, with no attachment to the results, and absolutely no personal gain in the achievement, takes a lot of energy to sustain. Chasing after an elusive jackpot celestial lottery gets tiring, and what was once a glowing, white hot burning flame of righteousness becomes a dying ember, fading in the last few moments of encroaching twilight. The good you must do becomes the good you may do. The good you may do leads to the good you can do. The good you can do melts away into the good you should do, which is worn to the good you don’t to, which slinks off in the dark as the good you won’t do.

Like compliance with a standard, a good that stays on the floor when it could be the ceiling is like the good people who do nothing, letting evil thrive and deepen. How good is that?

It’s not really about morality or ethics, is it? After all, most of the most obvious guides to self-preservation, like “do unto others as you would have them do unto you” or “every cause has an effect which is itself a cause,” don’t need sophisticated theology or sociology to explain them. They are in fact, self-evident. You just have to know where to look, and how far back toward the beginning to start. Give it a little time. You’ll get it. Anyone can. Anyone who tried getting out of their own way does.

Who are the “good guys”? Look for the ones not taking credit.

18 APR 2025

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Where is the Rebel Base?

Albert Camus in his book-length essay, The Rebel, suggests that there is a fundamental difference between revolution and rebellion. It’s not, as some say, that a revolution is simply a rebellion you win, and a rebellion is a failed revolution. That’s far too simplistic, I think.

No, Camus said that revolution is the mechanism for ultimately replacing one system of government – or control, power brokering, or hierarchy, with another one of your choosing. One that will eventually, because of the very nature of hierarchies, become just as heinous and unjust and trifling as the regime it displaced. As such, revolution has a finite, measurable, and in that sense, limited, goal and outcome.

Rebellion, on the other hand, is much more nebulous. It is concerned with a certain level of disobedience – whether civil or otherwise – designed to disrupt the wheels of power altogether, to throw that locomotive steaming full-speed ahead toward a bigger, brighter, and more “prosperous” future, off the rails, or at least slow down its evitable inching toward selective oblivion. When you revolt, you overthrow. When you rebel, you resist. Revolution is never at its core even the least bit anarchic. Rebellion by contrast has some anarchy in it. You want to tear at the power structure, but not quite pull it down. Because leveling the current government requires installing another one in its place. As the parable goes, when you sweep clean your house of demons, you make it terribly inviting for another set to move in. And who knows how much worse that new lot will be, even if they look cherubic at first glance?

Resistance is the starting point for both activities. The only difference is the end game. Do you really want to take control? If you do, how will you determine the distribution of power? it takes a lot of level heads to map out a system of checks and balances, and as the founding “fathers” of the United States found out, a great deal of compromise. To some, of course, compromise is a dirty word. It implies if not selling your soul, then at least renting, leasing, or sharecropping it. But like the Buddha discovered in his spiritual quest, the answer lies in neither extreme. Both asceticism and excess have their limitations. Until they meet as equals, conservatives and liberals will broker no truce, find no peace, build no coalitions. The secret to successful negotiations is not winner-take-all. it’s not win-lose; it’s win-win. Because in the long run, there are no sides. There is only the whole, of which each diverse, contrasting, diametrically opposed, and seemingly absolute dissimilar is an important, integral, and essential part. it’s not a question of being dependent or independent. Those are the viewpoints of childhood and adolescence. Adulting is about recognizing, honoring, accepting, and exalting interdependence. As Thich Nhat Hanh put it, acknowledging our true state of “Inter-Being.”

So ultimately, both revolution and rebellion are against the self, right? And how, as Shakespeare’s Hamlet wondered, do we traverse that landscape, given that the Almighty canon is raised against self-slaughter? When we hurt others, we hurt ourselves. As a result, being kind and compassionate and warm and loving and giving and forgiving toward others is the ultimate in selfish action. So why is it so hard? Particularly in those nations where self-reliance, independence, and personal pride are so all-fired important? Is there really such a thing as a self-made man? No. No matter how tall we may seem, all of us are “standing on the shoulders of giants.”

So who is our rebellion, our resistance, really against? To be honest, it’s mostly against that nagging sense of personal responsibility that haunts us even as we try to shift the blame, pass the buck, or avoid recognizing our own presence and participation in every bad decision we’ve ever made. We justify our lack of courage, our selfish hoarding, the me-o-centric world view that results in the score of me, one, everyone, zero. There is no length to which we will not go to find a cause or reason larger than ourselves that explains why we are the success or failure we imagine ourselves to be. Who is to blame? Anyone but me. What needs to change? The world. When will things improve? When a savior takes the reins and leads us home.

But the truth is that we’re already home. There is no further, distant shore to which we need travel. We know this, of course. When you pack up your trunk and remove yourself to a different city, climate, country, or culture, your essential nature doesn’t change. Only the externals are different. The way most of us travel illustrates that in photo-realistic detail. As Americans, we want to stay in the English-speaking sectors. Interact with shopkeepers and locals who’ve bothered to learn our language. Eat at the McDonald’s restaurant down the well-lit, clean-swept, and germ-free boulevards of our foreign destinations.

We want to change the world, but so it looks more like us. Acts like us. Even though there really isn’t a “we” that exists in the safe, consistent, and ultimately predictable way we think it does.

Who was it that said the first step of any public revolution is the private revolution? Marx, I think, but it’s been a while.

Where does the personal revolution begin? And does it need to be a revolution, or a rebellion? And when it comes to that, like Marlon Brando’s Johnny in The Wild Ones, when asked what he was rebelling against, will you say, “What’ve you got?”

09 APR 2025

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Tasters’ Choice

A light bulb glows because it’s fighting the power coursing through it. The harder it struggles, the brighter the illumination.

That’s the real magic of resistance. You don’t dispel shadows until you can taste the dark, and despite how delicious and overwhelmingly soothing, how easily it intoxicates your mind and makes you forget the sun even exists, you choose to spit it out.

We’re taught from birth to comply, to learn and appreciate certain boundaries. The limits of good taste, of honest work, of propriety and grace. At the same time, we’re shown an ideal – whatever its name or what it looks like, it’s a something that is boundless, limitless, usually invisible, and absolutely beyond the reach of cause and effect. It is supernatural, divine, almighty because it transcends beginning – and therefore, knows no end.

Of course, that makes it an illusion. That makes us yearn for something beyond space, past time, out in the great chasm of nothing, a part of ourselves that is like the thing we made up and have no proof has, does, will, or could possibly exist.

Permanence. As if that kind of power, if we had it even for a split second, is something we could wield, touch, use, or even comprehend. Look around you. This too shall pass. Mountains crumble, dynasties topple, governments and institutions fall into dust and rubble. Even a diamond, once a dinosaur trapped in an aspic of tar, compressed in the earth to an anthracite, then squeezed even further into a shiny piece of glass, is on its way elsewhere. There are no destinations, only journeys.

And no kind of travel is without hardship. That’s one of the reasons it’s so essential to experience places other than the one in which you were born, that safe cocoon that shields you, like an insulating sheath.

Hardship is the beginning of resistance. It is necessary for growth, for compassion, for understanding our interdependence.

Thinking creates the spark. You are the kindling. What are you saving that fuel for?

05 APR 2025

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Imagine What

Imagine what the world looks like right now: a mass illusion wrapped up in a dream. There are no other lands or hidden gods, nor unconnected causes or effects.

What would you change or wish you could improve, in just this moment while you have the chance? Before you take a breath, your time is done. Before a single step, there’s no more dance.

Imagine this: reality goes on, beyond the small abstractions of your mind. The moving finger finds the waning moon, but cannot simply grasp it in the sky.

What will you do to change the world you see, brave champion of just the truth you know?

07 DEC 2024

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Eclipse: Shakespearean (English) sonnet

There is no time to lose, soothsayers tell us;
Make hay! The sun will shine just for a while,
and once it’s gone, the world will turn to rust,
deprived of motive power, warmth, and style.

All things depend on endless solar power,
that radiating energy that fuels
the moments of our lives, the days and hours,
the actions of both conqueror and fool.

While artificial light may serve its purpose,
there is no life without organic heat
extending far beyond the simple surface
into the core, where being’s heart must beat.

Such darkness none on earth have ever known
like what will come when the sun’s fuse has blown.

1 JUN 2017

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What Good is That: rime royal

What is the Truth, that we spend all our days,
from birth to death, imagining so fair
that we invent, seek to avoid or praise
some vain ideal constructed from thin air,
that as illusion is beyond compare;
it casts religions merely to take form
that neither breathes nor catches fire to warm.

What is the Truth that holds no little lies,
that is just pure just “that” and so and so.
it disappears from view when cut to size,
each grain of sand both yes and no;
the smoke and mirrors added just for show.
Each leaf of truth is part seed of deceit;
the laurel leaf the child of base defeat.

What is the Truth? An absolute so still
it stagnates to allow algae to grow,
and in the rotting flesh of every kill
injects the future’s chance of overflow,
converting into yes each maybe so?
What good is that, some fickle god’s ennui,
to folks just trying to live, like you and me?

2 MAY 2017

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