In the church of the lonely monkey
The monkey lays on the pulpit
with his head dangling over in such
a way that he can see the whole church
upside down.
He waits for a thousand life times like this
and still the church is empty
He ponders if he should give up or go on.
The statue of the buddha suggests
Perhaps you can do both
Give up and Go on.
The Church of the Lonely Monkey
Sunday, July 17, 2011
How long before she finds me
I have left a trail of crums into the woods
How long before they are followed
How long before they are followed
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The Gospel
Most people if they were to understand the gospel according to me
Would not think it good news.
But the fact that there is any hope at all is the good news.
As we move forward towards the tomorrow beyond the peak of oil.
The delusions become fueled by want and fear make ready the soil for blood
Another wave a of devastations waits the resolutions as we
We prepare by neglect to pound ourselves into a new stone age with
The gifts of science.
The reader may wonder what is the gospel
The Gospel is that it does not have to be this way.
That we can with courage, compassion, truth and action find a better way.
That fact that I like a worm I retreat from the bright light of truth
May explain my depression.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Salamder Sushi
Is there a cure for this existential funk?
asked the obese orangutan
Solzhenitsyn's salamander sushi
is a sure cure.
you will see the world more clearly through
the ancient ice lens
but you will not like it.
asked the obese orangutan
Solzhenitsyn's salamander sushi
is a sure cure.
you will see the world more clearly through
the ancient ice lens
but you will not like it.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Church History
Studying church history looking for God
like digging for fossils to for looking for life
Just as fossils tells how life came to be as it is but
the stones we find do not convay richness of being alive
like digging for fossils to for looking for life
Just as fossils tells how life came to be as it is but
the stones we find do not convay richness of being alive
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Carp
In the warm water beneath the dam
a carp slathers he way through the openings
between the reeds rooting for nuggets
of yum the slimy layer of scum
pretending not to notice
that a thousand miles away
I the center of the universe
am pouting
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