2.07.2011

An Open Letter to Pope Benedict From Sinead O'Connor

An Open Letter to Pope Benedict From Sinead O'Connor on behalf of all victims of child sexual abuse by catholic priests, on behalf of all catholic people, and all honourable catholic clergy, on behalf of every media outlet under the sun and on behalf of The Holy Spirit.

Sir,

Some burning questions arise from the following statement you made in your christmas address to your cardinals on December 20th regarding how it came to pass that the house of The Holy Spirit became a haven for criminals of a sexual nature.

"In the 1970's pedophilia was theorized [by the church] as something fully in conformity with man and even with children."

2.06.2011

Here's a woman of significant real power. She's tiny, beautiful, brilliant, and she tells it like it is.

Here's a woman of significant real power.  She's tiny, beautiful, brilliant, and she tells it like it is.
She is not a head of state.  She's a writer (The God of Small Things) and an activist from India.  Listen to her, there's no way that you won't be moved. Everything she says is from her heart. You can watch her "Come September" speech on my youtube page.  The link is in the left corner of this blog page - in green.  In my powerful women playlist, under the title "wisdom" in 5 parts.  It is worth the time it takes to listen.  She makes me cry and yet she makes my heart sing. Knowing that this woman exists gives me faith in the future. She speaks for all the disenfranchised people in the world. She wants everyone to rethink what they believe is good and right. She reveals the secrets and little known or spoken of realities, that need to be seen in order to make an informed opinion about events and actions taking place every day in the world all around us. 

1.15.2011

Hallelujah. Beautiful Jeff Buckley - Sweetest Version of this song ever.

1.08.2011

silent winter

they came today
and shot the coyotes.

the loud popping of the guns
right outside the house
at eight o'clock
in the morning
was a shock.

I listened to them bark every night
their wild free hearts sang to mine.

Tonight, two small yelps and one in the distance
burn through me like ice
and I cannot help but weep

now there will be no song.

goodbye coyotes

8 am
popping guns

silence

they shot the coyotes

1.02.2011

Every Only Child Sichuan province earthquake 2008

I look up at the clear blue sky
that belies
the invisible
truth of all things;
within the orb of life
is also death.

just like any other day
the streets filled with bicycles,
the air hung with fragrance
of blooming trees,
the sounds of birds

and the far off
low rumble
approaching...

it is not a sound one forgets,
the sound of fear

like thunder.

the earth's mantle
mercilessly moves
the Himalayas
ever upward into China...
shakes corruptions loose
from their foundations
brings down officials
from their thrones
cripples industry,
buildings,
machines and power
into meaningless,
useless bits of nothing
in the face of catastrophe.
in seconds
everything is decimated,
no roads in
or out.
no safety,
no salvation.

The Tao has come to pass.

The Buddha can not relieve
this suffering
as every only child's
lifeless, bruised fingers
rip the love from their 
mother's and father's hearts
taking their souls
to an enlightenment
you better pray never happens to you.

Afterlife

I once was a poet
then I was a child.
I grew in
towards something undefinable
then out, towards life
and into that as well...

all around the same time
I became reclusive and profoundly lonely
I walked in my father's shoes
with my heart permanently torn up
it was easy, I never tried a day in my life to be sad.
but the fact remains 
that I am.

I once was a poet,
first and only,