Phone Home with E.T.

You can't change the world,

but you can change yourself.

This man is brilliant.

Meditate with me:

Some Thoughts on a Morning Walk

Now that I've lived in my body

for hundreds of years,

                                         now

that I know the cycle of my personalities,

                               now

that I know the journey from my spine to foot,

and traverse it regularly,

relieved by regularities,

and pestered by the places of pain and imperfection,

Now that I know

unequivocally that

No

One

Wins,

                            and no one loses,

and

that you, on your morning jog,

and I, walking my head to clarity,

that we, working repetitively

just to be here now,

well,

now

what is there to do but be grateful 

that the earth too works repetitively

to make our nows

Eden, if we let them be.

photos by me.

Do It Now

( greenprophet )

The simple problem of humanity

is that we've built a world

- our perfect world -

so well, it hides the world

whose very imperfections whisper

the secrets we all seek.

With each inhale,

with each exhale,

with each slumbering purr and fart,

our earth speaks

the mystery of her own creation,

and our creation too.

We fumbling creator creatures,

so self important in our mimicking

of the sublime voice that breathed us into life,

and 

in our petty perfecting of this temporary place

this material space

built with expendable ingredients,

that we don't see the aging mechanisms behind the curtain

on the stage of our pursuits.

( dogugaeshi )

Be brave now,

dear friends,

live simply on our planet home.

Now,

dear friends

Now.

i have a brain: aka: Eckhart Tolle, help me!

toolssite

i have a brain that constantly moves,

pushes material through

its corners and curves,

through its alleyways

and open doors;

like fuel through an engine,

                         whatever

material I push through it,

it uses --

testing logical connections

and juxtapositions,

applying old formulas,

and looking for new ones ---

No matter what I encounter

or seek to entertain

at any given time

I feed it through

my hungry mind-machine

and produce

                           hypothesis

Some are wild

and fantastic --- others,

just like a child's puzzle --

easily solved and easily

perceived.

This is some of what

I write

here; some

times, it's a 

poem; some

times, it's a 

revelation.

Most of the time,

I feel,

my thinking is a 

disease.