Author: Jason Woehlke

Dandelion seeds blew in the wind, off the stalk, right in the gust. They flew up and out, down and in, around sideways, and I wondered about the speed at which it all happened. “The moment was right,” I guess. If we only knew the necessity of patience, patience as an activity, one that calls… Continue reading Flicker

As though the poet calls forth a yearning to go outside oneself, into the unknown, where the spirit of the wind dances with the sprites and fairies of the old forest, and flowers bloom into the transparent observatory that looks impartially on all things. When the soul opens up to the fact of its energetic… Continue reading A Poet’s Work

It once occurred to me that to be able to do, work must be done. Work on what? Anything, of course. But to start to work, from the very beginning, shows the lack of skill, the need for time, a call towards effort. As one moves through childhood, aging towards death, it is quite easy… Continue reading Making a Fool

(A short draft from a while back. Unedited before posted.) I’ve been wondering what it is to be sincere, not just on a level of ‘that’s what I think,’ or ‘I feel this way,’ but totally, completely sincere, with the whole of one’s being. To just go off of the Google definition, “free from pretense… Continue reading A Question of Sincerity

Found myself in a gray place, between black and white, or, perhaps outside any colorful description. A land where flowers bloom and bees buzz, a land where people gather in one place or another, a space of finite occurrences within infinite potentiality. Perhaps a college town or a big city, farming events as though they… Continue reading To Never Having Lived

Finding space within, one can come to the feeling of the flow of energy which passes through this field of consciousness. To observe this gives an impression of the central being of what one is. Coming to this allows a movement from taking oneself as a physical body towards taking oneself as a body of… Continue reading Energy of Oneself

July 30, 2015 A curse was laid upon this soul that I must fix everything. Oh! What it’s like to see how it could all be better. Do this to be rich and famous, that for people to take notice. He could be more kind by knowing such. She more attractive by being thus. Worst… Continue reading 4 Untitled Poems

To become an individual, wholly and indivisibly me, how do we do this? Growing up, in my earlier youth brought me to believe that this endeavor of becoming an individual is one where the goal is to find a specific place in the outside world we all share. Whether that entails having some sort of… Continue reading What Is Here?

As this is the first blog post, I think this poem by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky is quite fitting. How Did The Rose? How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being, otherwise we all remain… Continue reading How Did The Rose?