Just before sunset, before the lightning dazzles the earth, everything seems to stop. My heart sinks, the universe beckons me closer, and my hands are steady. At this moment my mind is consciously still, my thoughts unknown to me, and I stand alone and at peace. This is my moment of clarity. At this time… Continue reading LEAVING THE DEBATE BEHIND |
It’s Painful and Lonely | It’s Worth It
A man is sitting across from me, shaken and fearful. He wants to ask me a question, but he is afraid of what my answer will be; he is worried there will be no magic in my words. I assure him I will give him the answer that was once given to me, and I am neither… Continue reading It’s Painful and Lonely | It’s Worth It
Beauty and Terror
I took one last look into your bedroom, my eyes filled with life, and turned away. The weakness of human design effortlessly revealed by nature, dissolving structure and breath in a matter of moments. Dogs barked in the alley and neighbors rushed to the scene as smoke settled among us. I remained still, unmoved -… Continue reading Beauty and Terror
I am one, and they are all
I know I cannot help it Someone asks me what the cost is, I close my eyes, relax my hands and stop What change did you expect? A search is on and you can’t get away from it. Ain't that a six-inch stone in your wheel? Don't you get the shakes when it's gotten too… Continue reading I am one, and they are all
H | 22 & 3
Sir, Great moments in one's life happen when one has given up desire, settled for whatever outcome may pass. If one hopes to inspire he does not try to inspire, he just is. And that was you; you were just you. And within this transformation, you became an inspiration, a teacher, and most importantly an… Continue reading H | 22 & 3
MY HEART
Starting off the weekend sharing last years Mothers Day letter here on White Light Words. I will have a new Mothers Day piece this weekend.
“There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I don’t deserve to have the mother I do. I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating way; Rather I find my mother to be such a rarity that it doesn’t seem fair to others that I ended up with her as my mother. Such is life I suppose, and instead of feeling guilt I am grateful to have this rarity in my life.
I have always been a lot like my mother, the first similarity being our birthday. I often speak of our most valuable qualities coming by way of painful experiences, and me being a nearly 12 pound baby I believe I made my value known from the beginning. This would be the first in a long line of painful moments that my mother endured to allow me to become the man I…
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Native
Being rocked back and forth on the D train, I lay my head back and breathe. Images of fingers wet, soaked in water and blood, fingers snapping and slipping making inaudible sounds. This is my meditation; lands forged by rough hands and sweat. Cities built by no personality, no discernible political mind, just with these… Continue reading Native
