thoughts on life

After sitting for an hour beside the rippling stream, watching the water flow by below my feet and people on bikes and foot flow by on the pedestrian road across…

I’ve long wondered why the question that seized me as a young man didn’t register with the vast majority of philosophers. Given that nature unfolds in seamless wholeness, I asked,…

The I-don’t-want-to-lives are leaving, and the I-want-to-lives are arriving. They have gold sewn into their clothes, sewn in for those who have none. Rumi Sitting just upstream from the footbridge,…

With dogs barking in front, back and on one side of the house this morning, I couldn’t write, much less meditate, so I drove to the parkland. Expressing the slightest…

“Manshape, that shone sheer off, disseveral, a star, death blots black out; Nor mark is any of him at all so stark but vastness blurs and time beats level. Away…

I once heard a religious teacher say he could read other people’s thoughts, but didn’t do so because “it would be like opening their mail.” Skeptical, I filed away the…

Stuck in the past that had ceased to exist even before Barack Obama became president and failed to read the writing on the wall, Democrats are still trying to figure…

The sun now sets at about quarter to five here, and the parkland is in full shadow before 4. Fall is in full flower, or rather unflower, with a large…