Where oh where has my
young son gone, where oh where can
he possibly be?
~
Grown old and jaded
everyone, bitter and
salty, as the sea.
Where oh where has my
young son gone, where oh where can
he possibly be?
~
Grown old and jaded
everyone, bitter and
salty, as the sea.
What if money did
grow on trees – would we change our
currency to leaves?
~
Smarter people would
invest in groves; the greedy
would denude the whole forest.
If delusion is
belief despite evidence,
what then could faith be?
~
For some,trust in what
can’t be seen is delusion;
for others it’s simply faith.
What is it about
the sound of crickets that stirs
such simple longing?
~
Like punctuation,
crickets chirping lends structure
to timeless, silent evenings.
Where does logic go
when desire ventures out
from beneath that heavy rock?
~
Logic wants to know
what desire was doing
under that rock anyway.
Could you tell me why
we have to have July with
its heat, mosquitoes, and flies?
~
So we can look back
with longing fond affection
once August invades in force.
Given this horrid
summer inferno, how do
we refrain from eruption?
~
If every day we
let off a little steam, we
might prevent an eruption.
When we seem to be
going nowhere fast, should we
switch direction or change speed?
~
Changing direction
or changing velocity
will not change destination.
When lives fall apart,
how do we reconcile
what is with what was?
~
Sometimes willingness,
courage, and grace are all we
have to see us through.
How might we look past
the ridiculous and find
the truly sublime?
~
The subliminal
message is often hidden
within ridiculousness.
How can we declare
Our independence from blind
demagogues and their dogma?
~
If we acknowledge
our interdependence, we
will see independently.
If we can’t see out
far and we can’t see in deep
why do we bother?
~
Foresight and insight
shine in contradistinction
to insidious hindsight.
But why must we hear
all of these bogus tall tales
from the mouths of candidates?
~
They can tell those tall
tales, but nothing says we have
to take the time to listen.
How long must we wait
until we’re willing to hear
everyone’s story?
~
Not all tales merit
an ear but the sooner we
listen, the more we can learn.
When flying blindly,
how can you tell when you’re in
uncharted territory?
~
I find myself in
uncharted territory
pondering your koan.
When filled with regret
how can we create some space
for love to enter?
~
When your heart’s hard drive
fills with regret and hate,
delete those useless programs.
Why must we wage wars,
attacking and defending
symbols we imbue with power?
~
Symbols are seen as
sacred or a threat when viewed
through amygdala’s blurred lens.
Why do we think we
can achieve long term goals
with short sighted plans?
~
Time is relative.
To a germ, all goals are long.
To the sun, all plans are short.
Why must weekdays seem
to travel life by freight train
while weekends ride the TGV?
~
Whether days move fast
or days move slow depends on
the load they carry.
Is there anything
more beautiful than a wise
and forgiving heart?
~
Perceiving beauty
takes an inward journey for
both beholder and beheld.
Since the road ahead
is shrouded in mystery,
Must we walk that road blindly?
~
Step by step we walk,
seeing only as far as
hearts and minds and eyes can see.
Why is it only
in retrospect that the path
we trod grows more clear?
~
The pathway behind
wears the marks of our passage
while the road ahead is clear.
Is it so shallow
to wait in gleeful hope
for that house of cards to fall?
~
We don’t have to plumb
the depths to hope for a house
built on lies to fall.
How to shine a light
so bright that the willfully
blind at last can see?
~
I fear that, in truth,
any light, sufficiently
bright, would do more harm than good.
What cosmic message
is conveyed by that turkey
strutting into the roadway?
~
Some think they hold cards
enough to trump those cosmic
messages and win the game.
What might the Source have
been thinking when families
came into being?
~
“As with every gem,
perfection should be most rare.
This can be your little flaw?”
When emotions run
unfettered through our hearts,
what might they find there?
~
One thing is certain –
what they won’t find there are thought,
balance, and moderation.
When emotion takes
over and reason takes flight,
are we in for love or war?
~
In both love and war
reason always surrenders
to emotion’s whip.
When, at last, we find
that place in which we find peace,
must we ever venture out?
~
Tempting as it is
to settle in, we must take
our leave with the peace we found.
When summer heat holds
us in its sweaty grasp, how
can we not lose our cool?
~
To retain our cool,
seek the shelter of shady
glades and shadowed pools.