Some Aphorisms and Questions

Who are the guardians of canon?  And by what criteria?  And who gives them their authority?

Poetry is that which cannot be expressed in prose.

Can a person sin who does not have a vocabulary in which that word is found?

Quit acting like COVID-19 is over!

Have you ever wondered, “Why is there a flower?”  And then, “Why does the flower delight?”–My pilgrimage from amoeba to Homo Sapiens Sapiens did not depend upon delicate pedals.

 

WILDFLOWERS

We love to see a meadow of wild flowers

And take delight in sweet pea, bluebell, pansy

But if we try to pick and hold their beauty

We find they fade and wilt in only hours

 

Still after we have placed them in a vase

We love their delicate pedals and scent

Like flowers, time with friends is only lent

Though beauty in friendships gives life grace

 

And we love it when our friends are nearby

But time with friends tends to be uncertain

If long or short, impermanence is certain

People change; in time we’ll say goodbye

 

Buddhists say that joy in friend or lover

Still is dukkha, suffering or grief

I see the transient nature of all life

Yet still take joy, delight, and pleasure

As it is in friendship, love, or flower