Finding my footing.  1980


 Let me sit in an empty church.
 It is a time for it.
Let no priest come or woman either.
They may want something from me, my attention to their will to help.
Let the walls disperse in simplicity.
They may want something for me, my attention to their architectural will to please.
Let no breeze blow or note sound.
For myself alone in an empty church needs all my attention.
Let all disappear and not as a shatter of distraction but with a null of never being.
Whether church be field, street or crowd, the time is the time of needing a visit with myself.


The last winter leaf clings to its tree.
At the first moment of spring it knows it is the only leaf to see a second summer.
It is then that it is pushed from its base by new growth.
As a leaf it is over.
As part of the tree it is reborn.
As part of the earth it is unchanged.
As part of the universe it is eternal.


I only know up from down when my feet are on the ground.


Do one impossible thing at a time.


Man has proven my methods will fail.
I entered with hope, doomed to succeed.

 
I am perfect or that moment ago when I thought it, I was.
 However, at this instant I recognize my past imperfection and am again once more perfect.
 I never was perfect but always am.


When I look at what I was I wonder why I ever changed from the image that I was.
Now older I so answer and my answers are the reason why I wonder.
But while I wonder I forget that which I am and ask again,
when I look at what I was how did I wonder?


 Live with what you have been, what you are, and what you will be.
 The past alone is without change.
The present alone is without thought.
 The future alone is without joy.


Without death what would there be to strike down each man equally?


The universe is the uncountable clustering of nothing.


Truth is the metaphor of the scientist.


A singularity is every place where mass enters or leaves our time.


Physics is the nonsense necessary to explain the simple.


A flower picked by a child given to a mother is beautiful.
A child who calls his mother to watch the flower grow destroys beauty by establishing greater beauty.
Remember yesterday’s beauty when you judge yesterday’s life.


Without thought I would be completely happy and, like the dinosaur, completely extinct.

 
As it is with each of us singularly so it is with us collectively.


Maturity is determined by the point of view of the mature.
I love a good circular argument, especially one corrupted by use.


Second hand knowledge builds loving minds.
First hand knowledge builds fearing saints.


There is only one choice, consideration.
Once considered destiny dominates.


I hate being a peacemaker for kids unless by some freak they listen.
then I hate being a peacemaker for kids.


Curiosity when analyzed can be answered by one statement.
“What is the question?”


The struggling man says that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence
until he gets there and discovers it is and lapses into silence.


It would take an hour to explain why free will and predestination coexist in every man.
Even then it would be rejected if unwanted.
So instead I propose that we pretend to believe in this coexistence for this belief functions well, excluding neither possibility.


My house is falling apart around me bit by bit.
Definitely not all at once but by gentle strokes,
reminding me that if I wanted my house could be preserved.
I would rather preserve other things.


If my eyes turned inward,
if taste regurgitated from my stomach,
if smell was odor from my lungs,
if my heart was constantly heard,
if the flow of blood were felt,
then exploring the world would be called introspection and nothing,
being backwards,
would be different.


I, being a student by belief rather than practice,
find the teacher to be my greatest enemy and the school to be his greatest tool.


I like learning.
I hate to be taught.


Knowledge is so elusive when thinking gains little and learning gains much.


Brainwashing is inescapable.
Fight to choose your soap.


Educated people think of answers.
Great people think of questions.
Simple people have questions.
I would rather be simple than greatly educated.


 A good teacher teachers to make himself obsolete.


A good shaman shows how to heal  oneself .


If it’s not worth learning it’s not worth teaching for nothing is worth knowing.


War is preserved by the hate of sons over lost fathers.


Revolutions, to be successful require,
no escape route,
personal oppression,
and more pain than fear.


Start a revolution!
Start listening.


To resolve the argument I consider you have no choice and I have.


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