Monday, May 21, 2007

deep patterns...

To work our way toward a shared and living
language once again, we must first
learn how to discover patterns which
are deep and capable of generating life.

-timeless way of building

It's been awhile since clayton has come by. Everynow and then
l see him riding down the alley on his bike.
Slung over his sholders, a black platic bag stretched tight with bottles.
It's alot of work collecting bottles, and for very little money.
l see people dumping off there truck load of beer cases at the depot
why not just leave them in the alley and put a smile on
someone's face.

What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They're wounded but they just keep on climbing
And sleep by the side of the road

There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime
Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green
Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream


Sunday, May 20, 2007

mystery of birth...


We can never be born enough.
We are human beings; for whom birth is a
supremely welcome mystery,
the mystery of growing:
the mystery which happens only and whenever
we are faithful to ourselves.


Tuesday, May 15, 2007


With all beings and all things
we shall be as relatives.