My feet started walking

then faster, a turn here a turn there

and I am climbing a mountain…

Dark luscious trees guard me from the cold wind

when a path appears, jagged, leading in five directions

I chose the narrow one, the neglected one

Lost in my mental confusion

I turn the barrel and march forward

digging fingers in the mud as I cling to

branches and boulders climbing above the clouds

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A person seeking spiritual wisdom

often becomes intent on proving what their desire wants.

By that point, their church is already built,

and knowledge has already replaced wisdom.

Let me be clear from the beginning

(since you do not know me well)

I do not believe that there is a God

though I know that god exists

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Saying you are sorry

often entails

you needing not ever say it in the first place

Change your actions

or

shatter your insecurities

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I am not always correct

never have been

sure as anything won’t be in the future,

so it all depends on which words here

strike an emotion within you enough

to humble your definitions enough

to be open to true change

It is said that the Buddha believed that an individual

purge itself of all natural, material and worldly objects,

friends and family and all other ties known,

three times

throughout one life

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I walked in a Robert Frost poem today

traveling through frozen mud in the corner of this country

cutting my way around and up a strange little hill;

The temperature was winter

the sun warm, dedicated when it was permitted

when the trees gave it space to shine on

I was wandering these woods with a new friend

being led by the most jovial of canines;

ugly as they come but faithful far beyond my own capabilities

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GO…

Leave, now, and see it all

NOW, young, still together, still in love

Do not waste the little moments on monotony

Understand

you do not realize the rarity of this love

but have faith

in the hand that tells you this.

It is not to be taken for granted

when you are in a no-rules bliss;

baggage collects quickly when you are alone

so

take them now, while they are empty

and go…

together

af

(written with pen on paper)

If you are reading this

then I am an old man

and you are almost at the age I was

as I sat in a café on a hot winter’s day

in a city of angels

and I noticed

most of them have fallen…

how else could angels be living on earth?

There is not much wisdom I can impart on you

as I am still learning myself

and I wonder now if I will have gained any

upon this paper’s resurfacing from the ground.

I do, however, have plenty of words;

slowly trying to use them less, listen more.

People just want to be heard…

This writer, I admit, is a stranger to you.

Stay curious, though;

everyone in my life was unknown

until their purpose became clear.

I cannot tell you what the world is

both now or as I scribble away.

People do not make sense.

Nature does not make sense.

And the more sense you try to make of

anything else

I am sure you’ll discover that it only becomes more puzzling.

Do good

and you will never have to worry about

consequences

I sat down to write this after

a good walk, a good sermon and a good meal.

I have been meaning to put this together

for days and weeks

while you still were a tiny hope in many people’s lives.

Then, this morning

a pastor asked us to stand, united, for a fallen child.

He asked for a prayer of gratitude

for the life she was

for the faith she instilled after passing.

I sat in the back corner when I attended today

witnessing a collective energy of hundreds of strangers

rise and band together

for the simple purpose of love, grace and compassion.

Regardless of what happens to you, Baby Jon,

and wherever you are,

know that people really do care;

that whether you choose to tolerate them or not,

each and every one of us has a struggle

of some sort

in our lives.

You existed for a reason,

learning too young

all the secrets of life…

af

(written with pen on paper)