The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Meeting the Self on a Dark, October Night

    I met my selfwhile walking home last nightalong a dark, October road,lined with leafless trees,swept by a coarse wind,smelling of approaching snow. I met my selfand knew he was but a ghost,a resonance of past illusion,an echo of concepts and… Continue reading

  • Your Own Suffering

    Unawareof his own suffering,covering itwith a sticky shellacof bravado,he formed a crustthat buffered him from othersas well as himself,a mantleof insulating indifference. Unawareof his own suffering,unable to touch it,to heal it,it festered,until finally,sickened by the infection,he could no longer pretendhe… Continue reading

  • The Light of That Star

    On the night the star shined above,women and men walked below,some weighed down with wine, meat and grain,others weighed down with sorrow, fear and anger. Yet on all fell equally the star's lightand its promise. It's happening again. It's happening now.… 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

  • The Gates of Patience

    I grab the rusted barsof the gates of patience–"Let me in! Let me in!I need so badly to be patient!" I continue, until,exhausted,I collapse against the ancient iron.I gasp, "I will simply wait here until they open." While I sleep,the great… Continue reading

  • Otherworldy Relief

    I have not considered suicide,but I do see death as a welcome friend,the opportunity to stop,the opportunity to know what really mattered. Wisdom and deatharrive arm in arm–two drinking buddiesexiting the pub,laughing heartily at a jokeonly they understand. At long last,so… Continue reading