Once I stole a hotel bible and left it on a bus.
God Almighty. As the folk singer Greg Brown sang: “America will eat you up.”
Pollen in the air
For my father
Hymn in mind
A blue fly
On my book
A thin noise
On Herman Melville
This is a story that you forget.
I went away, but did not depart.
And the meadow
Sinks into sorrow:
Do not worry.
No one knows if the apostle Peter’s femur is truly under the Vatican, though there’s strong evidence in support of the belief.
The poet Rumi wrote: “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Substitute knowledge for love in Rumi’s declamation. It’s a guaranteed recipe for humility, which when achieved, leads you back to love.
This is all I really know.
Oh, and spearmint gum doesn’t have any spearmint in it.