by Warren Gaston | Feb 8, 2020
I knew God was lost when divinity congealed into a proper noun, the day God was named and numbered – ONE, the day God stepped into a quicksand bog of definitions, the day God could not help but do irrefutable good, the day God retreated far from the edges, the...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 5, 2020
“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Emptiness is not separate from form, form is not separate from emptiness. Whatever is form is emptiness, whatever is emptiness is form.” The Heart Sutra A Buddhist Text A cargo ship arrives in port, laden with goods from the...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 3, 2020
Sitting middled & arounded, in the extreme center of swirl and flow, I fight hard through dense mildness of thought, for the edge, the boundary, the border, the place where beyond resides. I want to live close to distance. I want to be where B e i n g is palpable...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 31, 2020
Now that I no longer believe in God, it has become easier for me to pray. I have no expectations of an answer and therefore have no need to modulate my disappointments, no need to let an impotent deity off the hook. I am left with pure burning and nothing more,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 30, 2020
Removing the last slice of bread from the wrapper, I think of laying waste, the throw-away world we toss each day, or, out of guilt and the instinct to survive, we sometimes save. The logo printed wrapper, the loaf enshrouding sleeve, would, I brilliantly surmise,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 27, 2020
We came from a star that didn’t care and we shall return to careless stardust once again. In the meantime, the difference between us and our source is that we care. We have benefited from both fear and want, the twin mothers of attention, therefore we care. ...
