Saturday, February 28, 2015

Enjoy Having Less Not More

The global climate emergency is serious and real. It's not enough to make manufacturing more efficient; or cars cleaner. Reduction in economic output must be radically reduced now - or we risk the overall collapse of our global technological civilization. It's not economic growth that we want - but, the unthinkable need for economic contraction. We must learn to live and enjoy having less not more!    

Friday, February 27, 2015

Shadow Puppets

Don't fight shadows.
Notice the hands in front of the projector
You'll see the illusion

Huge monsters become tiny hands
In the light

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Wisdom's Voice

Wisdom's "voice" is quiet and still; far away from the rattling of daily life. We can hear it speaking to us as if to a best friend. Each of us has a wise fool within us. "It takes one to know one". Wisdom is in living life consciously. Sometimes we "prepare" ourselves to hear wisdom's voice; other times it comes in loud shouts. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Flash Light

It has been said that the night is darkest just before the dawn. Yet, the night is just as dark after the sun sets, before the moon begins to glow and the stars begin to appear.

Thinking we will only see light after darkness does us a disservice. It is when the light fades into the dark that your faith is truly tested. 

Find the light in the dark. Don't wait for the light to find you.

Leap of Faith

I generally don't write things like this but I thought why not? There are no rules.

Eyes which once were as clear as a glacier's stream were now fixed on the roaring river below. He held onto the railing of the bridge with his life. Time left him haggard and disillusioned. The grandfather who had held his heart had passed away and with him the boy's spirit to live. The boy who once played in the gentle sun now had all but forgotten it was day. It became night too soon for a boy so young. The philosopher, so rich and filled with life now felt he had lost his way. He could not feel the wind on his face; the life in his own breath. If he only listened to life, he would know that he could never lose it, unless he took it away by a leap of forgotten faith. It was now up to life to remind him of what he only saw as a faint light in the horizon. 

The wind softly spoke of memories the boy had forgotten in time's careless wake.
          Don't you feel me?
   it whispered .
                        My passion as I welcomed those tears and dried them
                        How I caressed your face and stroked your hair to remind you that you were not alone.

The moon caressed the boy with warm light and sang him a lullaby he had become deaf to since he grew cold.
           Can't you hear me?
   it sang .
                               I stayed awake while you slept under the tenderness of my light
Even when you could not see me my love
I was always there.

The stars danced a ballet of lights as they twinkled like fire in the glowing night. 
            Will you see me?
   they asked .

                                               We saw you grow
                                                 We lit the way
                                                   We will always tend to you
                                                      Even in the darkest nights
                                                       We might look distant
                                                         But we are only a glimpse away. 

Thursday, February 19, 2015


Stillness is like an old friend at the core of our deepest Self. My first glimpses of deep stillness happened during childhood and adolescence. Those moments seemed more important than the rest of life. Perhaps everyone encounters stillness but few talk about and share its power and beauty. Among places and situations where I found deep stillness:

• A freshly painted room in my parents house. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old.
• Walking home from school looking and feeling each step along the way.
• In my room, as an adolescent, slowly watching the twilight turn to night.
• By the ocean shore looking toward the horizon.
• First formal meditations sitting on the floor.

Cultivating stillness, which is also called "meditation" or "mindfulness" is an important medicine for the ills of our times. Why not take a few minutes, now, to be still? Mind quiet, body motionless, breath steady. Neither grasping nor rejecting what is happening all around, just let it all "pass through you". Stillness. Stillness. Upon returning to activity - one may be blessed with a sense of greater ease in life.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Socratic Classes

My classes are mostly Socratic dialogues on meaningful topics. I demonstrate philosophy as a struggle for truth and wisdom. Some students get inspired to go on to standard philosophy courses - where they often become disappointed with pedantic teaching and readings. One student said, "I took philosophy to find meaning, instead I practice conceptual gymnastics. Frustrating and meaningless." Schools often limit philosophy to a "language game" focused on analysis, critical thinking, and technical statements. Fortunate is the student exposed to a Socratic teacher exploring wisdom and truth.

Monday, February 16, 2015

PAPAJI - Consciousness Alone Is

Wonderful video; in ten minutes Papaji sums up consciousness in relation to all-that-is.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Having is Giving

Americ Azevedo - Voice & Thoughts.original recording.
Josh Williams - Electric Guitars, Synths/Sounds/Programming.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Using Time Wisely

Using time wisely is wise living. Time passes and never returns. While living we're in time. We go beyond time through time by way of time. Facing time allows a glimpse of the timeless, the eternal.

Having "time on our hands" disturbs many people. Boredom sets in. Anything seems better than doing nothing or "just" being still.

Love is what we want. Free time is for love. Do and be what we love. Lovers of wisdom spend time engaged in philosophy - a word that really means "love of wisdom". Do what you love. Be what you love.

Friday, February 06, 2015

Something Is Calling

Something is calling
I know not what it is
Say it is my soul