a poem is a sermon
If you take an inch
when offered only a mile,
how far have you gone
beyond the wide map’s edges,
where no length is yet measured?
What good is a ruler
past the end of the known world,
where one nothing looks
so much like the next something
that both have no start or end?
In a post-truth world the art of lying is lost; no one’s good at it.It takes imagination and some creativity. In a post truth world, there’s no need for flattery; why bother with it? You can simply fake the facts and seem like a real genius. In a post truth world no news isn’t just […]
Our entire lifetime: a short line drawn in water; soon nothing remains. It doesn’t matter what ink or how much pressure you use. What seems important doesn’t leave an impression in time’s vast ocean. Each of us is a mirage; Not even wetness is real. 17 FEB 2025 © 2025, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
Grasping our nothing we try sharing everything; we are all alone. Wholeness disguises itself in the mirror’s reflection. We hold our nothing like a vast, sacred treasure; our fingers give out. Beyond the edge of owning, true experience begins. 22 JAN 2025 © 2025, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
Is the solution so simple and black and white that you can tweet it? Weighing in with your two cents isn’t risking your money. Is the right answer pitting our us against them in a blind fool’s game? No one wins a war of words without caring how you score. Is this the moment when […]
When you want to learn don’t start with what you don’t know; examine yourself. Remember, your ignorance begins at the beginning. When you want to grow don’t start seeking the sunshine. Connect to the ground. Until your roots are dirty, you won’t need much chlorophyll. When you want to love don’t start with the external. […]
Without gratitude to season today’s living, the soup of being has little or no flavor. Who would eat such a bland dish? Without noticing the beauty of this moment, a colorless world clothes our life in only gray. Who would want such a sad view? Without compassion leaking from our open wounds, life’s armor will […]