Pious Pilate


Before and after.

Another milestone in dysfunction.

An untangling of a necklace that is still being worn.
Impending dizziness over that which is coming
cannot be stopped.
Stuck in the Cross’s fire.
A choir…
‘follow me where I go,
what I am,
what I know.’
flames of slip sliding hate.
no professed patron saint.
Just middle age…
standing in broken shoes.
Thoughts of the pious Pilate…
every door.
all good friends.
Yet, those adorned entry ways…were opened long before.
Long before, the children could settle the score.


Practice not Perfection

What of joy?  What of perfection?  And, moreover, what of practice?

I am diligent in my search for meaning, beauty, goodness, spirituality.  And, mostly, I find myself seeking truth in the teachings of Buddhism.

At first, like sobriety, I felt as though I bit off more than I could chew.  Also, similar to sobriety, I went about, at first, on a pink cloud believing the following:

If I make amends to everyone.  Everyone will love me.  And, I can go on my happy go lucky way.

Life on life’s terms hits us all in the face.  Every morning, every hour, every second…if we allow ourselves to be ‘awakened’!  It’s not an easy road to travel, or as Frost puts it,

Two roads diverged in the woods, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Unfortunately, he did not say,

I chose to walk a different walk…and my path turned into the yellow brick road paved in the middle with gold.

Daily, I must come to terms with ‘imperfections’, of that character trait, I am perfect.  I cannot be omnipotent, all knowing.  yet, I can stay in tune with…

a practice of spirituality that makes me a better person today, than I had been yesterday!

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Contemplation and Bogie

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When I walk.  I attempt to walk in peace.  When I explain the ‘dirty diaper’ smell omitting from my dog…I do so with contemplation and, sorrow, in my voice.  When I practice, mindfulness, not judgment, typically, I am meditating with a large dog in a small frame…on my chest!

Lastly, as I stroll through the vast loveliness that is Central New Hampshire…breathing in, breathing out, paying attention to sound, sight and body…

I envision what I have just read…

Find a place where you alone.  Train yourself in the following way:

…breath in, experience breathing in.

…breath out, experience breathing out.

Be fully conscious of your experience.  If you cherish and practice this, it will bear great fruit.  Whatever you are doing and wherever you are, you will find steadiness, consciousness, concentration…

And, if you own a dog like mine…

exasperation mixed with lack of patience.

…breath in, breath out,

‘What the fuck?  Is that a dead bat in your mouth?’

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A good friend who points out our mistakes and imperfections and rebukes evil is to be respected. As if he reveals a secret to a hidden treasure. -Buddha