I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Those who learn prayers as children


February 26, 2013  (I was 68)

Those who learn prayers as children
repeat them under breath far into life
and may never learn prayers of the gods
who cannot listen to the languages of men
Prayers are not for the garble of utterance
nor the lost mind manifested in work
not supplications of desire
not expressions of nature
They are the sensing apart from sense
the knowing of being beyond body and life
They come to us between breaths
Not from us they are directed to us
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