Joining Heaven and Earth
Here's my friend Tim, who because of health problems spends a lot of time outside, in contemplative mode. A canary in the coal mine who is digging for, and finding, real gold. Nuggets hint at... More »
Here's my friend Tim, who because of health problems spends a lot of time outside, in contemplative mode. A canary in the coal mine who is digging for, and finding, real gold. Nuggets hint at... More »
Maybe that's all you need for a day- or lifetime- or two- plus a mind and a heart, and I guess some kind of Mustardly Meat Machine underneath, permeating, pulsing, straining, complaining, yet never staining......................... More »
A bit more concerning this whole death thing...........continued from last post. Back in the 70s, a clinical hypnotherapist named Dr. Michael Newton ( here's an interview) started to do past life regression on some of... More »
We're not even all that close to All Souls Day, but being my very most favorite day of the year, I'm already excited.......... When you were a kid, how many weeks out from Christmas... More »
"Ultimately what we're touching is the invisible, all-pervasive intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us, it is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can't just reveal itself openly because we would... More »
A ship is a state A state is a ship Feeling the sea St. Elmo's fire Mast in the storm. My state is a ship Feeling the sea Rocking in air Pulsing in fire Longing... More »
I'm gonna close my eyes, and pick a book from the shelf beside me, open it at random, lay a finger on a paragraph and see what comes up . I hope this doesn't suck... More »
In my journey down the well I stopped inside a room Well lit, antiseptic green And mostly white. A ghostly room, And a girl giving birth- A cesarean section buzzing A real mess, the red... More »
Every leaf dreams, fears, longs for, his big moment- when out of the blue that final gusty shake and BAM- There You Are, tumbling through through the very sky or flying- if you're lucky- if... More »
Down on the Muddy Banks of the Swannanoa, problems were brewing. Waters were still and sweet, spring tasted and earth fed, moving in heavy, quiet breaths. Leaves turned towards turning, but there was nothing they... More »