What the Living Do

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled upwaiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke...

I know the truth

I know the truth — give up all other truths!No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle.Look — it is evening, look, it is nearly night:what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals?The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,the storm of stars in...

What is Left to Say

The self steps out of the circle;it stops wanting to bethe farmer, the wife, and the child.It stops trying to pleaseby learning everyone’s dialect;it finds it can live, after all,in a world of strangers.It sends itself fewer flowers;it stops preserving its tears...

I searched for my Self

I searched for my Selfuntil I grew weary,but no one, I know now,reaches the hidden knowledgeby means of effort.Then, absorbed in “Thou art This,”I found the place of Wine.There all the jars are filled,but no one is left to drink.