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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Friday, February 26, 2021

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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