Saturday, June 27, 2009

Continue Living...


I always thought; how is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? I feel that if there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradictions, because if all contradictions were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.

Before I Die





My friends don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
no flowers of life will cheer me: instead
you may give me my roses now!