"It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator - our very self consciousness- is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution, cutting us off at both ends."
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek - Annie Dillard
picture by Chris Hamilton
About Me
- keith hamilton
- i am a butterfly or a tree. perhaps a mountain stream, or a beam of sunlight early in the morning. i am buddhist, and christian, and muslim and jew and hindu too. my creed is silence. there are no capitals in my name nor capitols where i come from. my flag is weaved from cotton still dotting fields like snow and its pole stands uncut amongst the ponderosa forest. i am brown and red and white and black. i am man and woman, mother and father, son and daughter, sister and brother. i am stranger and friend, never enemy. now you see me and then you don't but i am here with you just the same as you are with me. we are as inseperable as day is from light. i am on the no way to a land infinitely near and forever present.
the no-path leads to where you are
there is enough in the land of now
now-where the children play
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