All that you're seeking already exists...

Pray without ceasing

Embody the feeling

Of that which you're seeking

With all of your being

No need to "pray for" 

To plead, or implore

The answers you seek

Aren't so far as you think

They already exist 

Open up, don't resist

Help is found all around

Call it up, bring it down

So to open the door,

Feel it down to your core

It is already there:

All your answers to prayer

Time Dissolving

Within the 

universal field of love

time and space 

dissolves 

into 

all that was 

and ever will be,

right now.

But the 'be' is where?

And the 'now' is when?

In winter's midst

steel gray white silver blue

deep shadows retreating

into mountain crevices

clouds covering sky hidden

sun shining in memories

of warm breezes

while cold winds

announce their presence

with lashing strikes

of frigid air                                    

creation quiet

life is sleeping

concealed under 

a white carpet                         

heavy and thick

dreams in hibernation

energies contract            

conserving being

internal spark simmering

at a low temperature

just enough to maintain

what is needed

dark falls early and lasts long

patience required

and trust too

that which feels dead, 

which feels lost, which feels gone

still exists, waiting in silence

readying itself for renewal

as winter slowly exits

and spring returns      

Joe Bageant update

Good news: Joe is out of the hospital, and back at home where he is continuing chemotherapy as an outpatient.  

More details can be found on his website: 
Joe Bageant: an update

Wishing you continued healing Mr Bageant.  Keep up the fighting spirit.

Ode to Joe

Joe Bageant, a wonderfully astute, tell-it-like-it-is writer who never fails to pierce the heart of modern day society's lunacy with wit and humor, has fallen gravely ill, as he explains here:    A note from Joe


My Ode to Joe
Dear Joe:
just so you know,
I love your writing,
yeah I love your prose
You've made me smile
all the way down to my toes
now I'm sending you healing
all the way up to your nose
So this little rhyme
though it ain't worth a dime,
was written to say
please God, let him stay -
don't send Bageant away!


A favorite snippet of Bageant writing:

"The tiniest right action, the action in complete unself-conscious natural awareness, connects to all the rightness in the universe. And the universe is always right. Because it owns all of our asses, plus black holes, and those teensy pinholes in time that physicist say make you an immediate neighbor of Shakespeare and mastodons -- only you don't know it. It owns the molecules of the ages. Everything."

Best wishes for the best outcome Joe, and peace in the journey.