When I look out into the world, I often get the image of chickens running around with their heads cut off. I see an addiction to “winning” that disconnects us from creation, others and ourselves, and in supreme irony, races us to a world of losing awe that matters.\u00a0 There is a deep and abiding order to creation. There is an awesome, eccentric, sacredness of every life. In a descending nihilism, there is a flurry of opportunities to embrace deep meaning, embrace one another, and embrace anew world. We are the people we have been waiting for. This is our gift — to ourselves, to each other, and to the world.<\/p>\n
As The Whirled Goes Bye<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n There I was When I look out into the world, I often get the image of chickens running around with their heads cut off. I see an addiction to “winning” that disconnects us from creation, others and ourselves, and in supreme irony, races … Continue reading
\nPain attention
\nTo the whirled going bye
\nIn the specious choice
\nOf being
\nWon or the other
\nA chicken with their head chopped off
\nRunning a bout
\nAwe over
\nOr the undead
\nThe most vacant of presence
\nWith in-the-box unthinking
\nVainly building AWOL
\nWile humanity dissembling
\nWear nothing madders
\nLike some wholly ghost in a dead religion
\nOnly too flail where others secede
\nAs change peers random
\nIn what seams natural selection
\nBaring
\nThat fucking life sentence
\nOr stay
\nOf execution
\nAs being right is halving left
\nAnd still
\nI am
\nPerhaps not
\nMeans
\nTo an end<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"