A dangling conversation A poem from a hidden place Like being there when Caesar was stabbed Or feeling sympathy when your enemy died The price of freedom is Love on the edge of oblivion Like being there when Gandhi cried When integrity was maimed A collection of foreign thoughts A response to what was said … Continue reading Like Being There or Feeling

It’s not just to love, you must take in your hand all the hope, all the life, and all of the man. It’s not just to laugh, you must also command all the hate, all the evil, and all of the man. It’s not just to live, you must also demand all the love, all … Continue reading Man

There is more than one way to skin a cat. But why on earth would you want to skin a cat. Perhaps in the days following the next apocalypse you might want to skin and eat your neighbors kitty, but right now, there is no need, just have a peanut butter sandwich. Behind every great … Continue reading Cat Skinning

Tonight I’ll think those thoughts again, I’ll see those forgotten sights, as my mind crosses the bridge of life, over this river of wonders. Life, living, is the oil that anoints this brain of dust and revives those beautiful memories that are never lost. Grief is the price we pay for love - Queen Elizabeth … Continue reading Brain of Dust

Time does not exist in the present; it only progresses and passes into before. Yesterday’s memories are tomorrows as well. The present, this instant we are in, cannot be measured because it never exists except at the separation between what has passed and that which is to come. Perhaps I need show no concern for … Continue reading Existence