Saints

To all the saints, who from their labors rest.

Except the saints don't rest, they reach out and stay open and live with all their souls. Bodhisattvas come back and teach. Ignatz throws another brick, and Krazy Kat spouts another terrible pun. We end, we begin, we end, we begin again and again. A lesson once learned must be relearned every day. Beginners minds and Rulers of the Universe and uncarved blocks. Last day, first day, doesn't matter. Every breath is a newness.


We are all saints, and sinners and demons that spur others on to enlightenment, even as we fumble for a match.





And so the dead dance.