Last night was cloudy and free of worriesYet I’m aching like nearly every clear morning I see jagged yellows across the skiesCovered by smooth blue lines I hear the birds from outside: my ears perk up when they singThey sound beautiful, but the train will be here soon So much noise and riskYou mustn’t be on its tracks or mustn’t miss it Some days after the train passes I sleepI hate that I do this;…
Open your handsAnd feel the weight You cancover detail But you cannot makewhat is empty full Evil is heavybut hollow Good is lightbut dense Good is sturdyAnd unbreakable Evil is fragileAnd weak Goodness frees your spiritIt grounds youAnd orders your container Evil frees your containerIt detaches youAnd imprisons your spirit Impulse is not truth’s messengerIts feet have left earthA body that has left its soul Nihilism is not truthIt doesn’t have the eyes for wonder…
Truth is love’s anchorLove is truth’s shield A sword and a shieldthat good must wield Hold love in your leftAnd truth in your right The good fights for their unionLove meeting truthIt’s the choice we are giventhe space of intention Draw lines in the sandLove knows noneLove is a bucket Fly too close to the sunAnd truth will burn youTruth is a flame A contained fireKept by the heartIs a fire of virtueEarned by its…
Too much hurt makes a man hideAnd hiding makes man lie He’s a dictatorOwned by nature An eagle back to his nestAches in his chest To win against nature Isn’t an easy fight Have courageBelieve in your chestIt’s your god given right Feel all of your hurt:But turn it into flight Let it coat your armor and sword in god’s given fight You must fight natureBut you have the will of god The evolution of man: Flying…
Autumn’s colorsAre her voices Pumpkins on the porchFires by the bedAnd foggy mornings Red bushes by the maple leavesBranches falling in the river Leaves churn As she spokeYellow stole them Such beauty with no immediate reasonBut its the face of the wheel of seasons I love autumnIts colors have strengthAnd its beauty has meaning It came from summer’s flameThe spring’s flowersAnd winter’s beatingsAutumn’s earned it The seasons are a cycleKnow autumn isn’t just beautifulShe’s a…
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There’s evil in this world that I can’t understand. I hate that true good can lose to the lies of shape-shifting evil. That descent begins with neglecting your heart and its love. Love gives you wings; evil and its nihilism ties them down. Love never loses if you fight for it. Just make sure it really is love you are fighting for. Trust your senses and trust your mind. But also trust your heart and…
“Every virtue is a mean between two extremes, each of which is a vice.” (Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics, Book II). It’s infuriating to me how complex moral judgments are often (and sometimes permanently) left ambiguous. We shouldn’t quit discerning things when it gets complex. Complexity makes things less initially clear, but it doesn’t mean we can’t get to clarity. We just need to fight harder for it. That work can lead to an answer that feels…
I have more hope for the heart of a coward than the heart of a tyrant. But I fear (and therefore respect) a tyrant more unless the tyrant is also a coward. They are often motivated by gross envy or hatred, nevertheless, there is a rotten sense of bravery and an assertion of will in their regime. Denying our respect for them leaves us susceptible. There’s a choice made by a tyrant to see the…