Truth is that which can stand on its own. It needs no support. There is no amount of evidence or reasoning that can either prove or disprove Truth. We often call this type of knowing faith. But there is quite a bit of confusion about faith. Faith comes from the heart. It cannot be found… Read more
This is the faith found folded inside the absence of all things, existing not for god or for man or the angels but for its own Existence. It’s what’s left when loss and confusion have stripped away the nail from where the universe hangs.
No true poet claims to create beauty; he discovers it the way a tambura player discovers that perfect place on the string to stroke. Deep within your soul there is an antique table where the two Buddhas, Sorrow and Joy, sit to have tea. Their arms rest on the table’s edges as they lean close… Read more
You crack open my head like a coconut, snap off my wrist, and use my finger as a straw to suck out my water. My hand is a spoon to scoop out my meat. I am carved deep and empty. What remains of my shell is in love with you madly.