I cried when I sold my car four or five years ago, even though I hadn’t driven it in a year. I left my former life to become a poet, and I couldn’t afford anything about a car anymore. Not insurance, not gas not maintenance. The brakes died on a side street and I let […]
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I heard the “Hello/Goodbye” Dharma talk by Spring Washam, recently. She talked about her very vivid realization that everything about this existence is in constant, unending change.
“Breathing in, I see myself as a calm lake, breathing out I see myself reflecting all that is.” – Guided meditation from a Thich Nhat Hanh dharma talk.
You may be the one we’ve been waiting for. You may be here to lift the consciousness of the world , and because of that, you may have lately grown sensitive to psychic vibrations in the world. There is much going on. We are feeling it. I want you to take care of yourself. The […]
Last Saturday, I found myself winding my way through traffic on my bike near the Embarcadero in San Francisco after a local peace-in-Syria rally. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. However, somewhere along the line, I let go incessant worry as a kind of drug. I now have the wherewithal to look […]
“If we ruin the earth, there is no place else to go. The world need not resemble Venus very closely for it to become barren and lifeless. It may not take much to destabilize the earth’s climate, to convert this heaven, our only home in the cosmos, into a kind of hell.” – Carl Sagan, […]
These two fish are swimming along and an older fish passes by them and asks, “How’s the water?” the two younger fish swim on a while. One of them turns to the other and asks, “What is water?” Well, perhaps everything.
This post has been sitting in a word file on my computer desktop for quite some time. I’m going to hit the button and post it. I’ve been hesitant because I am outing myself as someone having had experiences other than ordinary. But I want to. It is so much easier than playing “normal.” If […]
Keep fresh before me the moments of my high resolve. Despite the dullness and barrenness of the days that pass, if I search with due diligence, I can always find a deposit left by some former radiance. But I had forgotten. At the time it was full-orbed, glorious, and resplendent. I was sure that I […]
The word art is by me, with the music by Nagami Yukitaka. At blog called treehugger.com one of the bloggers wrote, you are not stuck in traffic, you ARE traffic. Click here for an accessible version of the silent word project above.