existence

  • Existence/Experience

    When my father died,I looked through his vast library,and ran my fingers over the polished surfacesof the furniture he had built,and asked,"What was the point?" Then, when my mother died,I looked at her wall of needlepoint,and thumbed through her boxesof… Continue reading

  • The Transition

    The moment will comewhen I movefrom non-existenceto existence,from pseudo-beingto true being,from illusionto life,from the image of the Divine,to Divinity. What will I carryinto and through this transition?A handful of longing?A handbag of hope? Perhaps only a heartthoroughly emptied and cleansed,prepared… Continue reading

  • Rain 2

    Thomas Merton speaks poeticallyof the "voice" of the rain:"…all that speech pouring down,selling nothing,judging nobody,drenching…" I delight in rain's intentional purposelessness. "I am here for my own sake,"says the rain."I am eternal.I am life. "Close your eyes and listen:hiss, plash,… Continue reading

  • Limits

    Last night I dreamt of flying,but could only do sowithin the confines of my living room. Even the green and yellow parakeet,within her cage,can fly. Even the iridescent blue betta,within his gallon tank,can swim. Even the cane-enabled old lady,within the… Continue reading