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Our Secret: rondeau

What is the secret we all seek?
Despite the clever words we speak,
our desperation grows and thrives,
infecting every segment of our lives,
convincing us that we are weak.

And those who struggle, we call freaks,
and frightened, hide our flaws and leaks
away from others’ prying eyes.
That is the secret.

We passively exploit the meek,
and shame our smartest nerds and geeks.
into neat boxes to survive,
destroying their creative drive,
in service to the working week.
That is our secret.

24 Jun 2025

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The Pursuit of Happiness: gwawdodyn

To pursue happiness is the dream
America is built on, it seems.
The constant search, living beyond our means,
an old wineskin stretched at the seams.

But God help those who try and succeed:
we have a psychological need,
not to deny winning in terms of wealth,
but to hate any whose words and deeds

suggest real success is in the mind,
that toys and treasures you may find
outside yourself can never feed your soul,
and gold that glitters leaves you blind

to what in this life really matters.
Success is not served on gold platters,
nor is it found by taking more and more.
There is no pit, and no ladder.

03 Jun 2025

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Here and Back Again

Sometimes it’s funny the way the world looks different when you learn a new thing or catch a strange foreign film or think at least to yourself that you’ve come up with an idea, the result of figuring out exactly why the world thinks and acts like it does, what it did differently yesterday, and what it’s likely to slowly shift into doing for real some time early tomorrow afternoon.

For example, when you hear an expression like “you can’t get there from here” and realize it’s not about physical geography or Cartesian geometry or directions read from a greasy Texaco road map you borrowed from a guy in a diner who reminded you of somebody you probably (and unfortunately) owe some money.

No, the “here” in the expression isn’t about space. It’s about time. That makes it less like an artist’s Atlas rendering of hundreds of points all leading to a fictional made-up place like the center of the universe like Camelot, Rome, Dallas-Fort Worth (where you have to change planes, whether your final destination is heaven or hell), or your favorite cultural center catering almost exclusively to your organic, all-natural, and ultimately despicable sense of good taste.

No, the map doesn’t point to a place. “Here” is right here. Right in this exact spot. There is no other it, except this It. It is right now. It isn’t and will never be anywhere or anytime or anything or anybody else.

You can’t get there from here. It’s a lie. And yet, it is not a lie.

Think of it like this: imagine you are right here. Right now. Fortunately that’s not very hard. In fact, you’re actually not capable of doing anything else. And you’ve been doing it all your life, so you know that it looks like.

That’s how the world actually works. We – and I use the term to clarify that I don’t mean just people who look like me, speak like me, act like me, like me, wanna be me or find a cave or institution or hole or some other place so dark, isolated, and empty that you can imagine that you are the seashell that sounds like the ocean to drop me in – I mean each one of us, no matter and probably in spite of how you use that word to exclude or include anything you deem worthy or appropriate or holy or special or magic or precious, animal, vegetable and/or mineral, whenever it suits you. We exist in a world where all you are really allowed to do, all you are required to do, maybe even a little compelled or driven to do, is what you can do better than anything else alive. At what you do, you are the absolute best at it.

First imagine what you think that talent or ability or natural inclination might be. Yeah, your unique thing that makes you a better you than anyone else could ever be. It’s pretty good, right? Something that’s probably even a little cool. If they didn’t each have their own unique thing, people – even relatives – would likely be a little jealous. Face it, you’re a pretty big deal when it comes to getting it done.

Better make sure that skill you’ve got isn’t failure. Although a lot of other people might tell you that’s all you’re good at. And besides, if you’re an absolute whiz at failure, that’s not failing. Or Failure.

Because you can’t there from here, no matter what you do.

Sri Ramakrishna said, “If you get drunk off a single bottle of wine, what do you care how much of other spirits the store carries?”

You are here. You can’t be anywhere else. There is no there.

18 May 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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The Use of Dreams: rondine

What is the use of dreams devoid of action,
that linger on as hopes before they die;
and while they last, convince us if we try
that in the end we will find satisfaction.
Such wistful shadows taunt us to distraction;
lost in the mist, we separate in factions
and dissipate and fade out, by and by.
    What is the use?

If dreams and hope are to have any traction,
they must inspire our deeds, not just reactions.
We must find rousing songs, not lullabies,
and exercise our wings if we would fly.
If not, life is continuing subtraction;
    what is the use?

11 MAY 2017

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Heaven or Las Vegas

for Elvis Presley

Well, the coroner he figured
no one’s hand was on the trigger,
so there really wasn’t anyone to blame.
Call him a victim of his fame;
we know what killed him, just the same.

Never mind his fiercest critics
called him his own Chappaquidick.
We convinced him he was well enough to drive;
went along just for the ride:
we each committed regicide.

Whether it’s heaven or Las Vegas,
chances are you’ll never win;
playing the house is big gamble:
the odds are always pretty slim.
Pauper or king it doesn’t matter
in the end, which one you choose:
whether it’s heaven or Las Vegas,
either way you’re bound to lose.

A symbol of our generation:
vanity, and the frustration
of becoming bigger than what came before.
We stood screaming at the door,
always wanting from him more.

And we locked him in a palace,
made his microphone a chalice,
and his youth a trophy case for rock and roll.
Never mind the tears, the burden on his soul.
And we blamed him when he went out of control.

The choice was heaven or Las Vegas;
both are illusions based on sin;
playing the house is big gamble:
the odds are always pretty slim.
Pauper or king it doesn’t matter
in the end, which one you choose:
whether it’s heaven or Las Vegas,
either way you’re bound to lose.

Well, the coroner he figured
no one’s hand was on the trigger,
just another case of privilege gone too far:
one more supernova that we call a star
to avoid looking at who we really are.

13 FEB 2007

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Burn That Bridge

Dwelling on the future
never seemed to make much sense:
splitting our infinitives
just wastes the present tense.
Why worry on what might be
and dwell on hopes and dreams,
when what counts of past and future
is what comes in between?

Yeah, maybe we’ll be famous;
Maybe we’ll strike it rich;
Maybe the car will leave the road
and leave us in the ditch;
Maybe we’ll stay together,
maybe we’ll drift away;
you can’t predict the future;
all you have is here, today.

We’re on this road together
until we both call it quits;
whatever happens further on,
let’s burn that bridge when we get to it.

Dwelling on what might be
never gets us anywhere;
imagining some great misfortune
waiting for us there
distracts us from the present,
robs us of our savoir faire.
We have each other right now;
let tomorrow meet us there.

Yeah, maybe we’ll be homeless;
Maybe we’ll go back to school;
Maybe the weak will tame the strong,
and wise men act like fools.
Maybe we’ll live forever,
maybe we’ll fade away;
you can’t predict the future;
all you have is here, today.

We’re on this road together
until we both call it quits;
you never know what’s coming
don’t burn that bridge ’til we get to it.

29 DEC 2006

One of my pet sayings is “Let’s not stress over that right now; we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it.” It’s very much akin, in my mind, to the Sufi saying, “Never name the well from which you will not drink.” In other words, don’t say you’re never gonna have a chicken sandwich while you’re still waiting for the hen to lay eggs. Until the time is right, until there is that perfectly auspicious alignment of the planets that triggers the cataclysmic cosmic chain reaction that results in the events that form your tomorrow, you really have no idea what it’s gonna look like. Sure, you have plans and visions and hopes and dreams, but until the proof becomes pudding you don’t really know what it is — and you certainly don’t know the flavor until you take that first bite. Wow. A lot of mixed metaphors here. But you get idea. Live for today.

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