Friday, August 30, 2013

Improving the World

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Do you want to improve the world?
I don't think it can be done.

The world is sacred.
It can't be improved.
If you tamper with it, you'll ruin it.
If you treat it like an object, you'll lose it.

There is a time for being ahead,
a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion,
a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous,
a time for being exhausted;
a time for being safe,
a time for being in danger.

The Master sees things as they are,
without trying to control them.
She lets them go their own way,
and resides at the center of the circle.


From Tao Te Ching

by Lao-tzu
From a translation by S. Mitchell




Friday, August 23, 2013

Almost Sometimes


Almost Sometimes

Words like “never” or “always” are traps
into thinking that time is absolute
not like a leaf
floating down to a stream
then riding on the surface
sinking to the bottom
dissolving on its way
to the open sea

Billy Radd
Asheville


Sunday, August 11, 2013

Vertex


Vertex

Whispering wind through my hair
meeting my warm skin with a kind touch
seeking no return of the greeting
as the arcing sun washes over the land

Finding me perfectly alone
bright swirling images etch my eyes
remembering the future as it evolves
before me all around in every direction

No time moving away, no space unfolding
Just now, as now, before and behind now
Riding the crest of expanding experience
my presence connects all with all

Billy Radd
Asheville



Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Scale



Scale

By zooming in to any detail, one sees less of its surroundings.

We call this the micro-view.

By zooming out, one sees less detail and more of its surroundings.

We call this the macro-view.

But, whether zooming in or zooming out,

there is only so much one can see at any moment.

The choice of what to focus on defines one’s frame of reference, 

and thus, one decides the scale of one thing to another

as useful signposts along The Way.

Billy Radd
Asheville


Friday, August 2, 2013

Rainbow


Rainbow

Echo of the sun
mirror of the now
reflection of a distant rain
rings of colors bow

Billy Radd
Asheville