The heart
grows weary
of endless
debate.

Abstraction:
a human talent,
but not
a human virtue.

Keep it simple,
concrete, and local.

What can be touched,
can be counted upon.

Live now;
die later.

In between,
be alive
to the glory
and possibility
of Creation.

Pursue the eternal
through the portal
of your living flesh.

Difficult,
frustrating,
necessary.

If only this
can be done,
it is enough.
- mce

There's a small temple near here

The dry grass around it bends
   rattles and snaps
   in the constant
   wind

Dust blows up in clouds that whip
   across the wooden stilts
   and fall

A temple
   to the ancestors

Hand-painted clay pots
   within a quiet recess hold
   their ashes

at rest