in the amusement park of life we don’t take the rides, the rides take us





that all things are empty
doesn’t mean that any thing
is other than it is

a thing is what it is
by virtue of how
we interact with it

drink up!




street life

05/29/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


Berkeley sidewalk
munching on french fries –
grizzled crow




twilight

05/07/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


twilight –
birds, even the crows,
begin their lullaby





while everything is evanescent, gold and glory pass more, much more, quickly than wisdom




spring void

05/05/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


valley wind stirs
long ago memories –
sunny day blues

heartache
floats…
in Nothingness





our notion of God is a tool that shapes us as does any tool

(with thanks to Marshall McLuhan and Lewis Lapham)




cool spring…

04/29/2010 · 0 comments

in moments


cool spring afternoon,
light breeze, rippling leaves:
long sleeve t-shirt




window

04/23/2010 · 0 comments

in human living


today — the window in the chest is open, songs fly in and out





everyday the doves come by to visit,
lured by scattered seed,
a small gift for the guests





Happy emotions come and go, so do unhappy ones. These are, in themselves, not signs of suffering, potential or actual. They are signs of living.




now playing

04/17/2010 · 1 comment

in moments


now playing,
birdsong at dusk
music on the livingnet




faith 2

04/15/2010 · 0 comments

in human living


faith is the skill of living without a net




riddle 2

04/08/2010 · 0 comments

in human living


Q: What is both easiest and most difficult?

A: Click here.





when the body is still,
the heart can blossom,
the mind enjoy itself

azure-skyed April afternoon,
even the bees are idle





giving up success and failure, 
there is nothing to regret





retired? no
I’d rathered be leisured

which poet will I read
will I be
today?





inspiration is everywhere,
some days I’m just too lazy to look





each person enters Mystery in their own way;
this is difficult to understand, let alone explain





Q:  What is your original face before your parents were born?

A:  No face now, no face then.





your path is always behind you





weeds in the garden flourish
unconcerned
their days are numbered





Sitting in the garden, drinking China tea,
smoking a favorite cigar,
I speak aloud lines from worry free poets,
finding myself the same.

February sun recedes into shade –
simple pleasures, simple life, simpler man.





too much money denies the pleasure of a simple life





with life not turning out
as wanted, expected, hoped –
why this gratitude?