The first

A sudden flash, then


disturbing team of horses a far distance from the window

a boy  chalk-drawing on the sidewalk looks up at the sky

a rat rattles the cage and escapes

the woman pauses pouring tea on her cup

the liquid seems frozen in space

a baby wakes 

the first rain since Saturday.


Magical addiction to good clear grammar

Loads of small moments come after escaping the cannibals

Not a caravan of giant ants devouring fallen logs

Or a tribe of jellyfish, the stinging wiggly umbrellas, 

The sensations of dread are so heavy they cry in their sleep

Gnawing on their limbs and heads

Soon elementary syntax, context, structure of verb and noun

Short and long lines, prose and poetry boil inside the cauldron

Overflow on the floor, out the door, on to the streets

They surrender themselves, surrendering to elements of surprise.

Time seems too fast

Invisible sobbing

the clouds crying to the sun

But too early for snowflakes

After many days pass they run away

Sliding in snow covered meadow

To a frozen stream

What should they do next?

They may start sharpening the knives

They will need them in carving the ham

On Christmas dinner. They are on their 

Own. Holidays can be exhausting.

There will be time for being alone

And relaxation on a beach somewhere

But their relationship goes too fast

Autumn then winter then summer

They hardly remember spring

Or too tired to remember

But they are very fond of life

From simple dinners with discussion 

About the disappearance of post-modernism 

Or its reemergence. Or simply talking 

About dragons and fairy tales. They have 

No time to grow old.


Sometimes you start a day

So clearly, your experience

Is embedded in your mind

Vividly even touching the edges

Like standing on top of a cliff

But what do you have to say

One says the first word is the hardest

You have to be near to heal a heart

May not be completely true

You can embrace self-contradiction

Holding two opposing sides,

A paradox of wholeness,a community 

Of solitary oneness standing on two feet,

With hidden fertility, humor, and faithfulness.

Unfold the folded, staple the scattered,

And somewhere along the way

Illustrate what you think is right

Like brewing coffee in the morning.


“In Japan there is a kind of reverence for the art of mending. In the context of the tea ceremony there is no such thing as failure or success in the way we are accustomed to using those words. A broken bowl would be valued precisely because of the exquisite nature of how it was repaired, a distinctly Japanese tradition of kintsugi, meaning to “to patch with gold”. Often, we try to repair broken things in such a way as to conceal the repair and make it “good as new.” But the tea masters understood that by repairing the broken bowl with the distinct beauty of radiant gold, they could create an alternative to “good as new” and instead employ a “better than new” aesthetic. They understood that a conspicuous, artful repair actually adds value. Because after mending, the bowl’s unique fault lines were transformed into little rivers of gold that post repair were even more special because the bowl could then resemble nothing but itself. Here lies that radical physical transformation from useless to priceless, from failure to success. All of the fumbling and awkward moments you will go through, all of the failed attempts, all of the near misses, all of the spontaneous curiosity will eventually start to steer you in exactly the right direction.”
-Teresita Fernández, sculptor
quoted by Maria Popova in Brain Pickings

Connecting Circles

You will hear voices singing
You will hear music from a violin
You will read noble praises,
Harsh words and lines of elegance
Fullness will swell in your heart
You will be filled with rich moments
Poverty will be swept away
You will put your hands together
Accept your state with gratitude.

To have a big circle
One starts with a small one
Then one more then another
You will meet different people
In each different circle
They will not know each other
And they will be your friends
All of them will know you
And you will know them.

They will share your joy
Offer gratitude to the Lord
All these you already know
You shall not be alone
The circles will embrace you
Music will linger in your mind
Like light entering your window
Suffusing your room with clarity
A world with many connecting circles.

Note: Julia Fischer is one of my favorite artists. She is one of the great violinists in the world. She is also a piano virtouso. I like her attitude to life and her insights in music and art. Here is a link to her music and interview:Music