The Trackless Path

I am surprised at how little I care. I once used to believe that it was my duty To be disturbed by the wickedness of the world. I no longer feel that way. It is not my duty to be disturbed by anything.   It is not my business. And I no longer expect to change the world By letting it disturb the heaven  That lives inside of me. I trust God with the world that he has created. I believe that he knows...

There are truths that cannot be written down. They are dispensed from heaven Directly to the individual. And they are precious, Sacred, redemptive. Believe in these, Even before you have heard them. And if you seek God and obey His voice, Sooner or later you will be taught from on high.

Many believe  That they have found God  Because they have uncovered the supernatural. But God is not to be found in parlor tricks. He does not bend himself to satisfy our lusts. And just because you can manifest a million dollars Doesn't mean that God intends it. And yet, All good things  Follow them who believe, Not because they set their hearts upon them, But because God provides for his own...

If you endure it well, you’ll find That the places, the times,  When you sacrificed the most Are the most endearing to your memory.

4:30 am Sitting in my van, And I hear coughing. I gaze out the window Toward the McDonalds And see the silhouette of a man Step, step, cough, cough, cough Step, cough, cough, step cough Homeless.  The shelter is nearby And they are all over around here. And I wonder as I cough, cough, type cough, And pretend I do not see, What can be done? 3 hot meals a day A block away. A bed for some. But it is...

If you have the right intent, The details can be sorted out. If you just don’t care about what’s right, Then you will never get the details sorted out. And as they say, “the devil’s in the details.” But the opposite is also true: “Virtue resides in minute particulars.” - William Blake

When I work an ordinary job, I cannot observe the natural rhythms That I have been discussing in the last few posts. And perhaps that is why I struggle with ordinary jobs. I wonder how many people struggle like me. Pittas are good at working long hours. They probably fair best with the 9-5, Or the 7-7, as the case may be. But then again,  Kaphas are steady. They may fair best with 9-5. And the amb...

They say that each person favors a particular energy. Some are Vatas, some Kaphas, and some Pittas. I am definitely a Vata - dreamy,  Thin, moody, creative. And I believe that is why  The afternoons are so vexatious to me If I am not doing something creative. Pittas, on the other hand, Can get a lot done. They are very productive people. Kaphas are steady, calm, loving, and large. Just another way...

Pitta time is from 10am-2pm. Pitta is the third type of energy  According to the Ayurvedic tradition. They say that Pitta time is the most productive time. It is the time when you are most likely  To push through on a project. And I have found that to be true myself. Ten to two is my get-things-done time. But I must be careful not to press past two. Or it will become vexatious to me. But I think t...

Tonight, I will go to bed at 8:00 pm Which is right in the middle of Kapha Time According to the Ayurvedics. Kapha energy is heavy, earthy, homey.   It helps you relax and get ready for bed. When you think Kapha, think dim lights,  Warm cups of tea, good books, and family. Because I am geared toward the early morning, This means that my evening starts early. It starts in the afternoon. And if I go...

I am so glad to be writing in the afternoon. It feels like writing time. It feels dreamy. The Ayurvedic tradition says that 2-6 pm is Vata time. Vata is the etheric energy, The creative energy. The other Vata time is from 2-6 am in the morning. That’s why people often rise early  To work on creative pursuits. It is charged with otherworldly energy. It is full of unexpected insights, and movement....

It is early morning dark And ten runners just ran by my van. They didn’t notice that I live here. Did they hear the bark, bark of my puppy  And wonder where it came from? If so, I doubt that they cared. And neither do I.  Ten runners, A club of runners. And I and Joey - just two contemplatives Musing in the early morning dark And wondering what to write.

I had a strangely soothing thought today: What if I were dead? I suppose that only those  Who have suffered great loss will understand. While you’re alive, There is always the possibility  That you might do something more To change the outcome. But once you’re dead,  That’s the end of it. Once you’re dead, You must accept that what you were is enough. And there is great comfort in that. Not only t...

There is too much stuff And too little space. I press out. I shift. I purchase a car top carrier. Aahhhh….better… What luxury! What spacious indulgence! How grateful I am that my life and problems are small!

Rain drips down and I don’t notice. I am caught by a thought, And captive to a song. And the rain drizzles down  Around and wets my top. And I don’t care. Rain on. Rain on. I am safe within my thoughts. You cannot wet me ‘nough To drown the muse. So sweet The perfect thread  That rolls out line by line And cares not for the drip, the drop. I am safe, am safe, within the perfect thought, The willin...

People...families with children... I watch them as if from far away And say, oh yeah, I remember that.

It’s hard to write And I don’t know quite why At least it’s hard to write that story. But this is easy, The little daily poems, Because I write the way I think. And one line just flows into another. But in the world of my story, it gets all bound up. I am not sure how to make that more like this.

In the coming years Understanding will blossom While the world of the self-righteous Is steeped in war.   And that war will end all wars. Though I can’t really call it war. Mere killing is more accurate.   And the world will devolve into chaos. And men will kill each other In one wave of carnage  Followed by another. And at the same time will rise The banner of a new nation Which is not of this wo...

There is shade not too far away. So don’t look far away. Stay close. Don’t move too much Or you’ll waste the day searching.

I stand alone somewhere far, far away From all that I see here. I do not reside in this place only. And the gray clouds roll overhead As the waves lap up upon the sacred beach. And I feel the cool sand under my naked feet. And for as far as I can see There is no one to speak No one to laugh Or peep. I am alone. What comfort to know When the world forsakes me That somewhere in the mystic sea of exi...

When you’re young The world seems young Because your eyes are on the young. And it’s hard to imagine that one day you’ll be old. And when you’re young The world appears beautiful Whether you are beautiful or not Because your eyes are ever fixed upon the beautiful. Our culture wants it this way Because money can be made By selling the illusion of youth and beauty. And because of that, even many of...

There is a generation coming  That will forsake this modern culture in its entirety. And the culture will forsake them as well. They will be the new dissenters The peaceful rebels, Traitors to all that man has aspired to be. But they will rejoice to do without. And they will put their whole trust in the Great Unseen. For they will have no other choice. And He will be to them All that the culture p...

They said it was impossible. But she did it anyway. She walked away. And she knew that she was not fit to face the world, And that if she left she would end up on the street. And that the street would eat her up. But she did it anyway. She walked away. And the doctors threw up their hands in disbelief. She’s gone mad, some said. She was already mad, said others. But she did it anyway. She walked a...

I’ve experienced infatuation. I have fallen in love to the wrong person And had the heavens disapprove. So I know that love can blind. But this is not that. There is no virtue in moving on From a thing that’s right. There is no virtue In letting faith die. Better to die yourself Than to move on In your heart From a thing that’s right.

I come to it late in life: A renouncement to the road. But I have travelled before. I have lived on faith And thrived, Trived, that is, In the poverty way one thrives. But now I prepare to make it my profession. And I discover that it is just as much work as anything else. And to do it right, I must throw myself all in. And trust that God will provide. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, it is a j...