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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Saturday, September 25, 2021

Translating Tao as the way

 

from this week of September, 2018  (I was 73)

 

Translating Tao as the way

whether the actual path through leaves

across bridges and the rip rap below the cliffs

or as the method the gait and pace

or the resolution of polarity the practice

a pursuit of personal perception of highest good

a view of one-ness the uni-verse

the single poem one line solitary word

inclusive of all before distinctions were created

All the droplets that comprise the flow

the stars from here a milky way

the visible yet incomprehensible reality

the non-dual nature of suchness

intuitive indivisibility

spontaneously disciplined liberation

from separateness yet I resist the other

as the other repels me as well

our sameness antimagnetic

 

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