In the summer at day's end

In the summer
at day's end
we notice our salted skin
(how it clings and crusts as silt deposits)
touch lightly the tomato-red sheen in that space just below the eyes.

Wearied bodies. Sticking flesh. Warmed and weighted eyes. The smell of ourselves.
We are caked with the soil that draws up seeds to plants
and the dampnesses that quench them.
The water runs off us, coffee rich against the porcelain sink.

Who was it that likened sin to dirt? Who declared purity a vast white void?
Who never noticed the gospel of a body

Our gardens are gifts to us

Our gardens are gifts to us. They can also become our teachers. As guardians of these little patches of the planet, we can learn to work hand in hand with the land to restore each other's health. Every fragment of soil, plant, or tree that becomes recognized, respected, and loved has a healing effect on the entire planet.

Well-trodden paths from house to house

Raimundo Panikkar ... said the future will not be a new, big tower of power. Our hope in the future is the hope into well-trodden paths from house to house, these well-trodden paths from house to house. That is the image that holds a lot of promise for our future.

We belong to each other

The Bible is more communal than individual.
Jesus teaches us to pray "Our Father" not "My Father."
Paul uses the phrase, "our Lord" 53 times, & "my Lord" only 1 time.
"Jesus is my personal savior" is not found in Scripture.
We are the people of God.
We belong to each other.

All the good in you

When all the good in you
Starts arguing with all the bad in you
About who you really are,
Never let the bad in you
Make the better case

The best advice I can give

It is a little embarrassing that, after forty-five years of research and study, the best advice I can give to people is to be a little kinder to each other.

I Meant to Do My Work Today

I thought I'd live a louder life
I'd learn a lot and get it right
I'd rent a loft I'd drink all night
I'd be a living archetype
And in a blinding flash of light
I'd see that one great insight
But silence called me deeper still
Like nothing else ever will

Ash Wednesday

Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still

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