the cave

the cave has very few visitors, the path is hard to find. the cool, clear water of the pool inside the cave bestows life to those seekers who find and drink from it. they become the watchers. with the power to change the course of events. they are immortal.

lightning

my father asked me once when i was younger wandering aimlessly through life doing nothing much but reading all night into the wee hours of the morning. "what are you doing?" "are you waiting for lightning to strike?" "it may not." "do something." so i went out the next morning and joined the marine corps. but that's another story. a few years ago i bouht a lottery ticket and lightning did strike. after uncle sugar and all the other various governmental agencies got their pound of flesh i still walked away with several million. it's amazing the friends and relatives you never knew you had suddenly have the urge to get in touch with you. i got a call not long after my picture and story ran in the newspaper from a preacher down the road. he said he had read about my good fortune and he was having a conversation with god that night and he was told to get in touch with me and i would be moved to help he and his church. now i do believe that anyone who claims to be in direct contact with the almighty should be listened to so i heard him out. now he is the pastor of one of those churches where they handle poisonous snakes to show their faith. i remembered reading once where this particular church had caught fire one night and the local volunteer fire department had responded. they were beginning to pull their hoses across the grounds when someone noticed that the yard was full of snakes. needless to say all the firefighters got back in their vehickles and let it burn to the ground. this gave me an idea. i had a few friends who, they or their relatives or friends, had been snake bitten. i made a deal with him that i would donate $100 to the church for every poisonous reptile they caught as long as they weren't released back into the wild. that's how i became the patron saint of the annual "ya'll come back now, sacred bleedin' heart of jesus church" snake round-up. men, women, boys, and girls all gather once a year and scour the surrouding countryside trapping and counting their catch. i figure everybody wins. except maybe the snakes. but i do insist they are fed well and treated humanely.

letter from a druid

some say we commit a grievous error. that we worship the creation rather than the creator. but when i look around me this creation is the only tangible evidence i see of the creator. this is still eden if we are only mindful of it. protect it and it will sustain us. abuse it and it will eventually vomit up that abuse and lay waste to us. we were put here and placed in charge. if you can't worship the creation then respect it which is only watered down worship. a rose by any other name huh?

lost dog

reward!!! lost dog. mixed breed. blind in one eye. left hind leg missing. right ear chewed off. only has one testicle. has no hair due to rare canine condition. answers to the name of "lucky".

big rock candy mtn. or "death, where is thy sting?"

i believe the majority of mankind spend their lives trying to find their way home. the hobo dreams of the big rock candy mtn. the viking dreams of valhallah. there are many houses in my fathers kingdom. were it not so i would have told you. (jesus). to me it's that final, ultimate , understanding that brings peace. to be joined with the all. we all take different paths to get there, but get there we will. by striving for that balance. that place where wants and needs cease to exist. where struggle is unknown. where to know god is to be god. in the meantime i will live here and try to take the advice of bobby mcferrin who said "don't worry. be happy." i will try to give of my money and myself. if i see a man or woman on the side of the road holding a sign asking for help i will strive to understand that my god is giving me an opportunity. i will try not to say to my cynical self, "they'll just buy booze with it." is the need less real? i will try to give enough to soothe mind and body. i believe to the open-handed the search for one who will receive is a joy greater than giving.

flag

i am the last of my tribe, and i will die a free man. the white man likes to put those who will not follow his rules into cages. our land is full of the yellow rock they covet. so we are hunted to extinction. this stone appears to be their god. a cruel god who demands living sacrifice. i have watched the people die. seen my woman and children fall. i see the flag flying over their camp. the stars must represent the number of these people. as numerous as the stars. no matter how many we killed, many more took their place. i have painted my pony and donned the war paint myself. soon i will ride to meet them. soon i will be reunited with my loved ones. mother earth, father sky, grant me a warriors death. let them know that they have been joined in battle with a lakota warrior.

lines in the sand

how far will you go to get what you want ? will you lie ? will you tell that girl you're her dream in the flesh when desire of the flesh is your sole motivation ? will you steal ? will you rob the other man of his possessions ? or worse , his dreams or his dignity ? will you kill ? if you will , would you try to take some honor from it and face the man with the mark of your desire written clearly on your face , or would you ambush him through guile of word or deed ? and kill your own soul through your cowardice . we draw our own lines according to the grace of our spirits . we hold the knowledge of good and evil . are you prepared to defend the lines you've drawn ? a good man will always win if he knows he's right and keeps on coming .