These questions come from various e-mails received over the last week.
“Do you think we will have peace in the world?’”
It is difficult for one to project a future in order to see what may happen. One can only sit with what is essentially the blood that pours through the veins.
The future, if seen as a [...]
I am leaving Tokyo tonight, and going to Toyama. I’ll be in close proximity to a huge mountain range known as Tateyama. I’ll be gone from the 21st through the 26th. I am planning a trip into the mountains on my birthday (the 24th). I can think of no better present than that.
Toyama is one [...]
These are question posed to me by Jerry on the post, Sitting #2.
Not judging the thoughts and or compulsions that seem to be unsavory and dark is one thing. However, is reducing them and even eliminating them possible?
Who decides that the thoughts are unsavory and dark? There needs to be the judgment of good or [...]
This energy is massive. It bursts through the room and reaches out into infinity.
There is also that pain or pressure in the upper right portion of the brain. It pulses and seems to surge forth, but it in no way obstructs the liberation that allows clarity.
As one sits in the chair, this aliveness seems to [...]
This is a short essay I wrote on screen writing back in 2005. I usually never revisit anything I write, but in this case, I found it to be interesting. When I found this piece on my computer, I wasn’t sure who wrote it until I nearly reached the end.
This was written before the realization [...]
The light pours in,
eyes will open,
but consciousness
will not
collapse
to
a
point.
Energy seeps
through the borders
of body,
dissolving the
phenomenal
into
the spiritual.
One with all things,
All things being one.
“You are the wind.
Go and breathe life
into this world.”
Be.
The eyes are set deep in the head,
constantly looking, constantly alert.
What unimaginable things, timeless things,
have they seen?
The wrinkles run deep,
carved into the face.
Each line a memory,
scarring a soul
that can’t let go.
Death,
Pain,
Age,
and Hate,
have all paid rent
in his old face.
The brow furrows as he starts to think. The energy nearly knocks me over. Why resist what is?
I [...]