Saturday, June 30, 2012

Shel Silverstein - Forgotten Language

Forgotten Language ©

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers
How did it go?
How did it go?

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Lover sit still and wait;
Whom thou desirest will come.
Being alone is not lonely
And how wilt thou receive Truth
If thou are not alone?
Waiting is for preparing,
Watching with longing is sweet;
And when the Self is seen,
This will end,
And thou thyself will be lost in Love...

Monday, June 25, 2012


You are not your thoughts arising. You are not your attractions and aversions arising. You are not your memories coming up and fading away. You are not your job. You are not your relationships to parents, children, friends, co-workers, opponents, or anyone else. You are not your clothes, social position, race or nationality. You are not old or young. You are not any "thing" at all. You are without properties. You are infinite potential. You are being and nonbeing -- without limit. So, stand free beyond boundary and limit. As if infinitely radiant sky.

Saturday, June 23, 2012


The river rushes,
The last rains of spring.

A rose bud in my hand
Its petals fall to the ground.

This Moment—
A clod of earth
Between my fingers,
Crumbling to dust.

I brush it off,
And reach out
For the next touch.

To summer sunlight.

I am that Light;
And I am the dust
Returning to the Earth.

                         Diane Shavelson (~1999)

Friday, June 22, 2012


Pick a spot, any spot

TAO TE CHING - a microlecture

Online microlecture on the Tao Te Ching for "Religion, Peace and Conflict" course at UC Berkeley, Spring 2008.

Thursday, June 21, 2012


Wei-shan Ling-yu

Like the clear stillness of autumn water
Pure and without activity
In its tranquil depths are no obstructions.
Such a one is called a follower of Tao
A soul that has nothing more to accomplish


Seconds in a Day

One day = 24 hours

24 hours = 1,440 minutes
1,440 minutes = 86,400 seconds
Don't we all say that “a second can feel like an eternity"? That means we have the opportunity to experience an “eternity” 86,400 times a day. Not bad!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Twenty Seconds

“My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That — and no more, and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find there according to your deserts: encouragement, consolation, fear, charm — all you demand; and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask.” 

- Joseph Conrad

Friday, June 15, 2012


By Dejan Ristic

The road I did not take
Is far from the blue sea,
It is far from Shakespeare’s dilemma
To be or not to be.

I am proud of my being blind,
I have not said it twice or thrice,
My blindness is my road to the Heaven,
The road similar to Milton’s Paradise!

The road I did not take
Goes neither to the South nor to the North pole,
The road not taken is far from my friends,
My professors and dictations from Adrian Mole.

I am an earthly creature
Aware of mistakes that I make,
But, I will not be mistaken if I refuse,
The road far from books, the road far from The namesake!

Although my life is hard on me,
My road is as bright as the sun,
And on that road, please listen to me,
I will do as I have always done.

I will be as sweet as an apple,
I will sing and read and write,
I will never take the road
Full of misery, woe and fight.

This message to you is to take your own roads,
And everything will be all right,
Leave behind all the things,
Leading to antagonism, idleness and blight!

Never forget to say your prayers,
Never forget to act in your play,
Please, do  take the roads belonging to you,
That will help you to find your own way. 

A Note About the Poet:
One of the sites that I produce is It is a site of classic literature in MP3 format and has over 2 million hits a month for the last 10 years. It is a global audience, and as you can imagine I receive  interesting inputs of all forms from all points in the globe. I received this poem from Dejan Ristic at the same time I was working on the details for my input into this wonderful blog. We decided to produce Dejan's poem. One of the most compelling aspects of the poem is the fact that he is blind. I will send an email to Dejan for a more in-depth bio, but until then I believe that listening to his poem in this context will provide even greater appreciation for the work. 

Thursday, June 14, 2012


The sound of the bell in the morning tolls
No sound is heard from the meditative monk
The sound of the mid-day bell makes the people progress
The mountain stands firm in the sound of no sound

Talking to Yourself

Talking to Yourself

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Talking to Myself

While shaving in the morning, I noticed I was rushing. Why was I rushing? I had no fixed appointment for the day. I realized that many years of early morning commuting trying to catch the subway to the city had, in fact, embedded the habit of rushing while shaving. Here was the rushing without reason to rush.
I started talking to myself silently, "Say you!" Looking more deeply at myself in the mirror. "Yes, you! You are rushing. Why are you doing that? You've no reason to rush. You're free now. No appointments or schedule today."

I relaxed, wondering about this. My self-voice continues, "See it's not so bad talking to yourself. You're not mad. Besides you can mention this in your philosopher-at-large blog." There I was, talking to my best friend (and sometimes worst enemy). Certainly, it was not madness - as long as I know what I'm doing.

Talking to one's self has practical value -- beats listening to the radio, which eliminates the possibility of tuning into channel KSELF! Of course, we are not always ready for so much self-knowledge -- that's a lifework.

Friday, June 08, 2012


The Noise calls itself Noise
It claims for itself the CROWN
Yet, the Noise cannot be noise
Without the Silent Way guiding its path

Producer Note:
One of the most excruciating aspects of our lives in the modern world is the level of disruptions that occur all around us. In other words, we live in a conundrum of Noise. We can call Noise anything we want but it always reverts to being Noise. Inputs want to take over our lives, influence the way we value things and guide us through lifestyle choices. Noise feels it is the King of our lives and the ultimate control mechanism of the way we live. We forget that in the hierarchy of thought, the highest level of being is the Silent Way / The Tao / The Essence of Life. Noise always lives underneath the bridge of the Tao and must always follow its path to survive. It ultimately becomes our choice which path to follow.

The Ocean and the Sun

Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny.
I want my hair to be shiny. 
Look at the man with chiseled features;
use the razor he is using. 
It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave.
Women will want you. 
Men will adore you. 
You will be happy. 
You will be empty.
Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they try to convey.
And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company.
We must burn our little boxes. 
We must create dialogue.
We must realize the importance of every moment.
We must turn our boredom to gratitude.
Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger.
These things are yours and yours alone.

The Sounds of Animals Fighting
Lyrics from their track entitled Uzbekistan

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

GETTING TO NOTHING ... over coming mind chatter

GETTING TO NOTHING ... over coming mind chatter

Sunday, June 03, 2012

Café Samadhi

Café Samadhi

     sunrise a'coming

I sit back
     in quiet wonder
     hearing the OM
     of refrigerators
     soft morning wake up jazz
     workers making espresso drinks

Café Samadhi
     stillness within-without
     worlds motionless
     I am the motion
     I am the stillness

     You are the One
     Remember that!

Friday, June 01, 2012

Story of Honor - Chicago O'Hare Int'l Airport

Edward O'Hare or better known as "Easy Eddie" was apart of the mob in the late twenties and was most famous for being Al Capone's lawyer. He was trusted by Capone and knew about his tax evasion and ties to the different mafia families. Eddie loved his own family and wanted to set an example for his son; one of truth and honor. To show his son that all you had was your honor and that it was worth everything, including your own life, he testified against Capone and the mob in court. This was a death sentence for him and he was later assassinated.
His son, Edward Henry "Butch" O'Hare, grew up knowing his father's sacrifice and the honor he demonstrated in the face of inevitable death. He joined the Navy during WWII and became a pilot in memory of his father's bravery. One night while he was on his aircraft carrier, he noticed a group of Japanese bombers coming towards the carrier armed with torpedoes. The carrier was completely unprepared for the attack and he was one of the only two fighter pilots on the ship. He remembered his father demonstrating to him as a child that his honor was worth the ultimate price. He flew into the array of bombers and proved such skill and bravery that after shooting down a few Japanese fighters, they finally abandoned their attack. He was awarded the Congressional Metal of Honor for his valor.
Today, Chicago O'Hare International Airport stands as proof to what can be achieved when you follow your own beliefs and demonstrate honor in the face of ultimate sacrifice.