Life = Art

"The training of the mind is an art. If this can be considered as art, one's life is art. I am not interested in the physical aspect of art. I simply mediate and train my mind. And as far as external appearance is concerned, nature in its pristin form is also art."

M. Ward - Fisher of Men

I heard this song on NPR's "All Songs Considered." It's a really good folky song.

He tied a feather to the hood for to get you to look
And by the time you know what took you, you already took
He's got a line in the water, he's a fisher of men

And he put the thorns on the rose for to get you to bleed
And by the time you know what stuck you, the pains in deep
He's got a line in the water, he's a fisher of men
He's got a lot on the line, he's a fisher of men

He's a fisher of men, he's wise as a prizefighter
He's like a soul martyr, mining souls on down the great divide
Aw, the fisher of men
Fisher of men
He's got a lot on the line

And he put his name in my verses and his name in the hook
Before I knew what I was cooking, it was already cooked
He's got a line in the water, he's a fisher of men
And he put his name in my chorus, and the dark before the dawn, so that in my time of weakness, I'd remember it's his song
He's got a line in the water, he's a fisher of men
He's got a lot on the line, he's a fisher of men

He's a fisher of men, he's as wise as a prizefighter
He's like a soul martyr, mining souls on down the great divide
Always a fisher of men
Fisher of men
He's got a lot on the line

Download the song here.

Finding Faith

A good account of the humility that is needed but found in an unexpected fashion.

Act of Faith

The Spiritual Journey of Ol' Dirty Bastard

No Father to His Style

Haiku Friday

"Chris, this Bertha." "Hey,
how are you?" "Good, just thinking
of you this morning."


In years and miles
I'm apart from those so close;
Love still finds me here.


God, you spoke to me.
Two calls on the telephone.
Grace is real today.


Frustration built up.
Beating heart and clicking mouse;
The horses of Hell.


There is no one who
can match my fresh haiku skill.
I think syllables.


Today we also have two guest haiku posts:

Wonder what he meant?
I thought it was romance
maybe its just friends.
- Kristin Lundquist

Homeless and freezing
"Can you roll my cigarette?
I'm shaking too much."
- Stephen Baker

Who is Going to Heaven?

Who do you think is admitted to Heaven?

Heaven for the Godless?

God

An old book review that was just recently sent to me. It contains some deep thoughts on God.

Lunging, Flailing, Mispunching