Wednesday, October 16, 2019

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?


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.


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)

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Knowing and Speaking Reality (unreleased draft series)

Knowing reality is not the same as speaking reality. No one returns from the clear vision of reality who can give a lecture or write a book about it.

The vision of reality is not transmitted with words. 
Knowledge of reality is clouded by thoughts, emotions, health issues, social environments and the weather. 

Knowing reality is like standing outside yourself. 
That is ecstasy. Don't confuse ecstasy with elated mind states. Ecstasy is "standing outside yourself". It could be quiet and peaceful.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Big “Self” and little “self"

It’s often said, “Be true to yourself.” Easy to say. But, what is the “self”. It’s not an object. And, there are different notions of “self” floating around. Often you’ll see a distinction between the little “self” and the big “Self”. If I go back to India and the Vadas, I find that the word Atman corresponds to the big self, the Self with the capital “S”. This Atman is related to the Brahman (what may be called the Oversoul, or field of infinite potential actualizing as all that is). 

But, for us, the self is the ego – that sense of being separate from those around us. That sense of separation, the self as ego, is most useful for survival in the worlds of society and nature. Yet, it can cause isolation and puzzlement about the meaning of our lives. The self-ego knows that it's existence is tentative and always at risk. This is hard. Hence, our need for transcendence beyond the little self to the Big self. 

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Einstein's Office - Last Day (unreleased draft series)

Albert Einstein's office at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey, photographed on the day of his death, April 18, 1955.

Friday, October 11, 2019

Resting in the present

“Resting in the present” is the same as saying “resting in God”.

God is the Presence in the present moment –
the luminosity sustaining our vision of self and world.

More we cannot ask.

Sunday, October 06, 2019

Always Beginning, Always Ending

This moment: always beginning, always ending. 
Pulling us in; pulling us away. 

Become still within; even while in the world.

The body is a platform. 
Strengthen the body. 
Eat good food, exercise.

Feed the mind true ideas.
Surrender to love. 

Saturday, October 05, 2019

Go backwards in time

"A long time ago I discovered it’s best to go backwards in time. As years mounted up, I became more playful, more flexible. It seems that's the best way toward a good long life. It now appears that I'm getting younger while you're getting older!" - Merlyn Aya

Friday, October 04, 2019

Waking Up

Waking up to my own life has been "the journey of a lifetime". I was a dreamy child in grade school. Now, I am a dreamy "new" old person. What can I say? Do we really change, or is it an unfolding variation of "life" that runs runs its course from birth to death? If you awaken and stay awake you are called "enlightened" (full of light). Staying awake is difficult. Only grand-masters are fearless enough not to run back into fluffy dreams. The point is to get free of illusion. To be real without interruption. That takes great inner courage. Stillness or meditation is a warrior's path. 

Thursday, October 03, 2019

Today's Today

Often we forget that today is here.
We pass from day to day not noticing
that it is today.
Never again will it be "today's today". 

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Ocean of Life

Sometimes I feel the ocean of life
Kicked around by waves of feeling and thought 
Such moments seem endless
Reality sets in - endless moments abruptly end 
There we sat, stun surprised

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Indra's Net

The Net of Indra is a profound and subtle metaphor for the structure of reality.  Imagine a vast net; at each crossing point there is a jewel; each jewel is perfectly clear and reflects all the other jewels in the net, the way two mirrors placed opposite each other will reflect an image ad infinitum.… Every jewel is intimately connected with all other jewels in the universe, and a change in one jewel means a change, however slight, in every other jewel…. Once, when someone praised Gandhi for his compassionate politics, he answered, “I am here to serve no one else but myself, to find my own self realization through the service of others.”

Stephen Mitchell
The Enlightened Mind: An Anthology of Sacred Prose

Sunday, September 29, 2019

New View of Reality

Plato described our existential situation as being like people chained to our seats in a movie theater, facing the silver screen. Thus, we confuse images on the screen for reality. Suppose, one of us breaks loose of the chains that tie us to the screen. We turn around and for the first time see our situation for what it is? Would not our friends question our “new” view of reality?

Saturday, September 28, 2019


Who am I today? Who was I yesterday? Who will I be tomorrow?

This little self, always changing. A bundle of feelings, thoughts, perceptions constantly looping back on itself.

There must be something “more”. It cannot be named without turning it into a something. It’s not something. It’s a nothing, a no-thing, that is infinite.

Thursday, September 26, 2019

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!

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

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Listen Deeply

Listen ever so deeply with your whole being. Anything less is a waste of time. But don't listen to me. Listen to what's inside you. You and I are constantly constructing a sense of the world. It's quite possible that what is called "one's world" is not that same as reality. So look deeply. Perhaps, you (and I) can get a glimpse of what's real beyond "my world" or even "our world". That would be true science, true wisdom. 

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Eternal Turning

How do you catch a moment?
Can you put it in a glass bottle?
How do you breathe life into an image?
Can you look at it until it lives?
What is life, anyway?
Is it the eternal turning over of the Soul?
Round and round we go. 

Monday, September 23, 2019

Desires power the world

Desires move us here and there; they power the world. Desires push and pull us through life. Desires make us mate, work and lust for life itself. Some desires define our lives. Examine, and face these desires - many have been within us since childhood, but forgotten. Examine them for clues of what really brings fulfillment. Desires are often so powerful that they take on lives of their own; directing us, rather than us directing our desires. A car’s engine is like desire – without a sober driver at the wheel the engine blindly takes us to destruction. Of all desires, the “highest” is the desire go beyond desire – that is the desire for self-realization.

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Let the Good News be Told

Before the sun rises, let the good news
be told. Today is a better day. Today
I'm feeling well again. Today love rings
the Earth with wisdom and power.

Sitting, standing, breathing, eating, day
dreaming, flying in my memory from spot to
spot in the ocean of past scenes –
now a youth, now a lover, now a student,
now a father, now an older man. Pain and
joy flickering like stars in vast
velvet spaces.

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Stillness Is Like An Old Friend

Stillness is like an old friend who happens to be my own deep Self.

Deep stillness happened during childhood and adolescence. Such moments seem more important than the rest of life. Moments that felt the same despite differing circumstances. A touch of the timeless eternal. 

Perhaps everyone encounters stillness but few talk about and share the power and beauty of stillness itself.

For me, still points mark the absence of mental chatter. Suddenly the ears are softly ringing with the white noise of air molecules beating against the ear drums. 

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Who Am I Today

WHO am I today? Who was I yesterday? Who will I be tomorrow? This little self, always changing. A bundle of feelings, thoughts, perceptions constantly looping back on itself.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Time, Money, and Love

Time, money, and love -- three fundamental ideas running our lives. Of these three, only love is real. We do everything for reasons of love, avoidance of love, or neurotic displacement of love. Time is not as real as it looks and feels. The time of physics is a quantity within equations. Human time is different. The past may appear distant or close in time depending on how we feel. Time may move slowly or quickly. Look within, you'll see this is true. Money is a symbolic substitute for love and time. Money is our civilization's most powerful force; we give up freedom, love, and time for money. Too much focus on money, you risk no time for the love in your life -- friends, children, and good works. Too little money and your spouse may leave you. With enough money "everybody loves you" for your money. "Time saving machinery" is now so effective that we could get ten hours of work done in two hours. It should be heaven on earth by now. But heaven never comes, and keeps waiting for better and faster technology. With every increase in machine/computing power we invent new tasks and expectations. The carrot recedes into the horizon with nonstop working and shopping seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day. Forget the Sabbath -- only God gets to rest on the seventh day.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Magic Powers

Merlyn, it doesn't seem like anything changes. Maybe little events in the day are different, but the same everyday life that I experience just continues to drag me along. I've been really sad lately, Wiz. I was hurt recently by someone I really care about. What happened between us broke my heart. Now, it's like my heart hurts all the time. Well, until something happens to help me forget. The problem is that it's only temporary and in the end, I always feel the same way.

Merlyn: Listen to me, Haku. I am old now. My heart was broken many times; I gave away my heart in wild enthusiasm. Looking back now, what else could have happened? Love does not know boundaries. Love stumbles around wanting to be open. As years passed, I came to value all those heartaches as sweet nectars of wisdom...

Merlyn: Wow! The output keeps coming. I thought I was done with this kind of thing at my age. I thought I was just going to recycle old stuff. I am old stuff! Where's it coming from?

You're not old! You can go backwards through time, Merlyn. That means you must be getting younger.

Merlyn: And, you, Haku, are getting older.

So then one day, we'll both be the same age?

Merlyn: Yes. That will be good.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Pivot of the World

Standing still, you become the pivot of the world, you become a leader, you become whole and holy, and you come to peace beyond all logic and understanding.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Soft voice of wisdom

these days
filled with technology
filled with noise and people
you can hardly hear yourself
or a little child next to you

listen, listen, listen
to the soft voice within
it’s the voice of wisdom

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Go Now, Go Now

Everything changes
nothing abides
Go now, go now
into the nowness

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Waiting Line Enlightenment

Every long waiting line provides opportunities to be either impatient or patient. Sooner or later impatience drops away into surrender to waiting without expectation. Gradually you become free. You may even laugh. Waiting lines - pathways to enlightenment.

In Our Heads

Our minds are trainable. But we must also discipline our bodies with gentle breathing and movements to get out of our heads. Academic people - students and teachers alike - suffer from being too much in their heads. 

Monday, September 09, 2019

Oneness Consciousnesses Cultivation

Take five minutes now to bring mind to oneness. Do this often during the day. Ideal is five times. But, each day is different. No need to be dogmatic. Some days, no meditation at all. That's okay. The desire for meditation will come back again. You will miss it. Watch how things change with and without meditation.

Sunday, September 08, 2019

Unbounded Knowledge

Universities and colleges put boundaries on knowledge. All the arts, letters, sciences are bound within divisions and departments. Of course there is too much knowledge for any one person to grasp. Still, I wonder if we could better serve education by keeping in mind that the fragmentation of knowledge is a convenience not a reality. Real knowledge is unbounded. The mind is happiest when it glimpses the interconnection of all things.

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

Fields of dreams

Our lives are like fields of dreams within a luminous empty screen of pure consciousness. Within those dreams come a few thoughts, insights, and realities that are eternal – that are not dreams. Such thoughts are true comfort and wisdom within the uncertainties of life.

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Settle the Mind

Settle the mind;
the Unconditioned Self arises.
Illusions become transparent.
Deep reality shines through.


Putting all your love into something leaves you empty; expecting love to be returned so as to fill the void which has been created. 
Love everything to the fullest extent.
Just don't forget to direct that love inward too. 
You can't give what you don't have.
Love yourself.
This is how you can love others.

Monday, September 02, 2019

Life Lives Us

We don’t live life, life lives us.

It’s an error to think “I’m in control”.  Don’t even think about it. Live naturally.

A young person may say, “I’ll never get married.” Than they are soon thereafter, married with a child or two!

Another youth says, “I’ll never be so conservative when I get old.” But when they get old they do the things, are things that they had rejected. 

The seasons of life express themselves through us.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

The Cloud - by Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 
From the seas and the streams; 
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid 
In their noonday dreams. 
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 
The sweet buds every one, 
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, 
As she dances about the sun. 
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, 
And whiten the green plains under, 
And then again I dissolve it in rain, 
And laugh as I pass in thunder. 

I sift the snow on the mountains below, 
And their great pines groan aghast; 
And all the night 'tis my pillow white, 
While I sleep in the arms of the blast. 
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, 
Lightning my pilot sits; 
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, 
It struggles and howls at fits; 
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, 
This pilot is guiding me, 
Lured by the love of the genii that move 
In the depths of the purple sea; 
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, 
Over the lakes and the plains, 
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, 
The Spirit he loves remains; 
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, 
Whilst he is dissolving in rains. 

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, 
And his burning plumes outspread, 
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, 
When the morning star shines dead; 
As on the jag of a mountain crag, 
Which an earthquake rocks and swings, 
An eagle alit one moment may sit 
In the light of its golden wings. 
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, 
Its ardours of rest and of love, 
And the crimson pall of eve may fall 
From the depth of Heaven above, 
With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest, 
As still as a brooding dove. 

That orbèd maiden with white fire laden, 
Whom mortals call the Moon, 
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, 
By the midnight breezes strewn; 
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, 
Which only the angels hear, 
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, 
The stars peep behind her and peer; 
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, 
Like a swarm of golden bees, 
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, 
Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas, 
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, 
Are each paved with the moon and these. 

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, 
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; 
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, 
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. 
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, 
Over a torrent sea, 
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, 
The mountains its columns be. 
The triumphal arch through which I march 
With hurricane, fire, and snow, 
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, 
Is the million-coloured bow; 
The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, 
While the moist Earth was laughing below. 

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, 
And the nursling of the Sky; 
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; 
I change, but I cannot die. 
For after the rain when with never a stain 
The pavilion of Heaven is bare, 
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams 
Build up the blue dome of air, 
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, 
And out of the caverns of rain, 
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, 
I arise and unbuild it again. 

Friday, August 30, 2019

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Words Are Maps

WORDS ARE MAPS of reality and dreams. Words are not reality, not dreams.
Better to stop now. Sit, walk around and breathe. Later, come back to the words. For words are the work of the world. Perhaps, the world would not exit without words; the "world" is a story we tell each other. Take away the story. What do you have left over? Just this, just that. Engaging directly what is; like a new born.
Of words, we don't need many. Just a phrase, a sound, can be enough to suggest reality.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

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, August 23, 2019

At home in the Park

In the spring of 1990 my business partner and I stopped at People's Park in Berkeley. We sat on a log among the homeless people. Some were cooking food. Others rolled around in the grass with their loved ones. Some smoked weed and some drank booze. Most dressed in rags, tie-dye shirts, jeans, long hair, short hair, leather jackets, and bare chests.
We were two businessmen sitting there with them—would-be land developers. Such was the power of People's Park to attract all kinds of folks. A worn-out looking Park resident came up and said, "What are you guys doing here? You don't belong here!" My partner responded, "We're people too!" We kept sitting. The long-term resident shrugged his shoulders, indicating we were okay. We had established our turf on a log.
Dozens of homeless people lived in People's Park. Eventually the University built a volleyball court, and pushed some of them out into the streets of downtown Berkeley. But the Park remains; people still live there. For nearly 40 years People's Park has been a symbol and a home to people who did not or could not live the "American dream"—all for different reasons. There's freedom there. It is a freedom akin to crossing the Frontier in a covered wagon. Dangerous, lonely, and alienating, but space and time are your own in a way that no mortgage payer or renter ever knows.
Some Park people refuse to live in shelters. They want the street. This is their home. Others were in complete misery. They were there because they fell off the edge of the housing market. Not enough money from odd jobs, too few friends and family, a mind slipping away from the stress of life, and no housing they could afford. A formula for coming to the street as home.
Some of my radical friends from 15 years back became disgusted with the Park. One noble liberal preferred to work for social justice from his antiseptic non-profit office, while taking offense at People's Park. He wanted those dope-smoking bums out. He was once a radical fighting the establishment—now he and his associates were establishment but they didn't know it.
I've had my moments close to the edge. Only my friends kept me from the street. My business partner had similar troubles. You owe it to yourself to hang out with the dispossessed. As the Depression proved, very little separates us from the street.

The Whole Thing

Each of the sentences I write is trying to say the whole thing, i.e., the same thing over and over again; it is as though they were all simply views of one object seen from different angles.

Ludwig Wittgenstein
Culture and Value

Translated by Peter Winch

Wednesday, August 21, 2019


   Thinking about being is not an everyday act for us. Instead, we tend to become absorbed in a wild chorus of events, appointments and emotional disturbances. 

   Contemplate being long enough and your life will be transformed into joy unattached to any particular experience. This is like being in love without a lover. The love is just there without dependence on the presence or absence of an external party. 

   The joy of being comes to us as we still the desiring aspects of mind. For so long as we are "ahead" or "behind" ourselves, we are not "here now" to experience the full intensity, wonder, and mystery of existence itself. The quality of our action in life depends on our day-to-day connection to our source, our being. The sense of "I am". 

   Terms such as "God", "infinity", "totality", and "existence" seem to refer to something in common. It is as if they commonly map a certain feeling area of the brain. But "brain" is itself an idea that is secondary to Being. Being contains "brain".

   We lose ourselves in what is "expected" of us in what we "must do". Eventually, even the very thought of being is lost to us. 

   Anyone who becomes committed to the attainment of self-knowledge has a journey to take back into their own heart. In part, it is the "downward path" from the head. In another part it's a "stepping back" from desire, frenzy and activity.

   Look at a wall and fall into wonder that it exists! This is the radical perspective. Our root experience is our deep felt sense of existence, being, or sense of "I am".

   Being is not passive, being is the stillness within all the process. Being is the eternal within the temporal. It is, in the words of T. S. Elliot, "the still point of the turning world". 

Friday, August 16, 2019

Always a Beginner

I began a long time ago believing in magic, but did not know real magic. I thought magic was a set of powers that could transform the world. You think of something and it happens. That would be magic. As I got older I believed that “you would think of something and nothing would happen”. To think this way was my first and most dangerous mistake. For most of my life, afterwards, I was too worried about what people thought I could do and not-do. A deadly mistake. This is the mistake that rules the world - that causes us to surrender our inner wisdom to others.

Thinking is not doing. To think that way is already lethal to aliveness. We are alive to the extent that we feel where we are, where we have been, and where we are going. That is the nature of sentient being-hood. We are all creators of ourselves and each other. None of us is along. We are all teachers and guides for each other.  

So, I say to myself and feel to myself that I am “always a beginner”. That means: I am allowed to make “mistakes” and that you are allowed to make mistakes. Beginners must make mistakes. There are no mistakes - only exploration. We must fumble around to figure to map the territory. “The sun is new each day”, as Heraclitus, the great Greek pre-socratic, may have said. So today, we are new again. Let this new day be a new you!

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Life Well Lived - Virtue

What's a life well lived? There's the ancient Greek ideal of virtue -- an ethical standard derived as a ratio between aspects of life. We have life and we have the "goods" of life. How we use those goods determines our virtue.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Go Deeper

Today, go deeper into your meditation. 

Look for the quiet zones between your thoughts. Expand these moments of quiet.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

The Begging Bowl

The Begging Bowl was clean;
So the Busy People
Glimpsed their Sweet Reflections
As their Coins Dropped in,
And they Rushed on, Out-of-Sight.

But the Blind Beggar,
His Dark Eyes Shining Bright
Out from his Life-Long Night;
With his Grief-Softened Heart Open Wide,
Basking in Delight
“Saw” only their Sweet Light.

Which begs-the-question:
Which One is the Beggar?

                                  Diane (Nov. 2012)

Friday, August 09, 2019

Which Will It Be?

Only one body
   but many places
         to be

Only one life
         so many

this or that
which will it

Tuesday, August 06, 2019

nothing to do

Nothing to do, no place to go
Time passing without limit
Dropping back into the ocean of Being
   here and now
“I want to say or do something profound!”
Instead, know the truth:

   It does not matter what I do now
   except to allow doing-not-doing
   to take over

Let the breaths in and out,
come and go. That is enough
Relax now
I’ve waited all my life
for this moment
Why pass it up? 

Monday, August 05, 2019

Growth God (unreleased)

Economics is deeply embedded with "more is better". Growth output is a god. Everything feels better when there is economic growth. It's easier to get work or grow a business. Everyone loves getting more money. Most find it impossible to imagine being happy in a world of declining income and resources. Sameness is not "enough", it's growth we want. More technology, more services, more energy, more wealth - forget expenses against mother earth. free time, community, and connection to earth and cosmos. 

The Growth God is not based in capitalism but in the seeds of unlimited desire within us. A spiritual distress that is epidemic to humans with their always creating more possibilities monkey mind. 

Thursday, August 01, 2019


During my first year of elementary school, a little girl named Sherry often met me on the playground. She was an outcast with wild unkempt golden hair who talked in slow whispers. The kids made fun of me for talking with her. One day she brought a little book with a picture of a star. She said, “We come from there.” Yes, the substance of our bodies is stardust condensed from the heavens. We are in the heavens; someone in another solar system could be looking our way.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019


After many considerations, it's clear modern technological life has three fundamental categories: time, money, and love. Insights can be gained by looking at the weight that is applied to these categories in different life circumstances.
We can’t separate time, money, and love. In moments of insight, meditation, and spontaneous grace: it becomes clear that time, money, and love are just time-money-love; like space and time in physics are now fused into space-time.
Ask ourselves the question how does time-money-love play itself out in our lives? More money, less time? More time, more love? Is more money, less love? Yes, no, maybe? Look deeply into this.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Walt Whitman - "Go Directly to the Creation"

Wonderful lines from Walt Whitman's preface to his 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. . . . The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work. He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured. . . . others may not know it but he shall. He shall go directly to the creation.

Friday, July 26, 2019

Steve Jobs’s last words: ‘Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow’

Audio spoken shortly after Steve Jobs' death on October 5, 2011.

Steve Jobs's last words were reported in the news shortly after his death. Well worth reading are Steve Jobs’s last words: ‘Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow’ (Washington Post) and A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs (New York Times). In the past, I asked students to read or listen to Steve Jobs' Stanford Commencement address (2005) .

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Monday, July 22, 2019

Eternal Life

"The eternal life is given to those who  
live in the present"  
~ Ludwig Wittenstein ~ 
(as quoted in Zen Calendar, April 10, 2011)  

Presence is eternal

There is only one present moment 

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Be Real

Many of us constantly try to escape from ourselves. That's impossible - and usually creates neurosis. Instead, face reality even if it is uncomfortable. Slowly the authentic Self dawns. Be real! It's worth it.  

Friday, July 19, 2019

Breath of Life

A long time ago, I killed a mouse in the kitchen by dropping it into a bucket of water. Thinking that would drown him. But it kept swimming back up to the surface. The mouse eventually drowned. At the moment of death a white mist came out of its mouth into the water. That was the mouse’s last breath - as if “seeing” his life spirit leave the body. One of the most memorable experiences in my life. 

Thursday, July 18, 2019


Today is uncertain
everyday is uncertain
but we hold on to the illusion
of certainty so we can be brave

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Spirit inside of you

The spirit inside
is greater than the sky  
positive energy spreads 
it's obvious, all around
you already know
no need to know the path
feel the spirit inside 
it will take you there

Dream on, little Dreamer

Dream on, little dreamer!
This is how it all begins

Move your feet
feel how sweet it is
Dream on, little dreamer!
Follow all your signs

You got to gather up what you need
You got to choose a direction
And when the moment is right for you

You got to go

You got to keep your ideals high
You got to know that the sky belongs to no one
You know you got to go!

Keep on, little dreamer ~ keep hold of all that you are.

Above & Beyond: "You Got To Go" Singer: Zoe Johnston

Wednesday, July 03, 2019

Here I Am

Here I am with
Great ease within darkness
Always the unknown
My mind in heaven

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Celestial Harp

If love is blind; can you still follow your heart?

Saturday, June 15, 2019


I was born into a traditional Portuguese family. I did not know it - of course. I was just a baby. But with time, I flowered and changed into the various stages of life. My parents wanted me to give me a solid Catholic up bringing. After I left home I rebelled against these traditions. Now as I enter the various stages of old age - I see the flux of science and modern mass communication. The world is complex and unfolding on many levels. Truth and illusion are just a breath away from each other. "Be here now" is all we need to know. Spend time with stillness silence.  Do the tasks at hand. Let everything else take care of itself. 

Monday, June 03, 2019

Great Fall

You are not broken. Working through dark feelings can be crippling, but even in that state, you are not broken. We are not eggs. We might suffer to unimaginable extremes, but we are still not broken. Though, at times, it feels like we need all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, you never have to be put back together again.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019


Bella ciao is used worldwide as an anti-fascist hymn of freedom and resistance.

It was the anthem of the World War II anti-fascist Italian underground who fought against Nazi Germany and Italian fascists. They called themselves partigiani (partisans) for the resistance. In a haunting love song, solders always sang these final words to their lover the night before battle.

Questa mattina mi sono svegliato
This morning I awakened
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
Questa mattina mi sono svegliato
This morning I awakened
Ed ho trovato l’invasor
And I found the invader

O partigiano porta mi via
Oh partisan carry me away
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
O partigiano porta mi via
Oh partisan carry me away
Che me sento di morir’
When I feel death approaching

E se io muoio da partigiano
And if I die as a partisan
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
E se io muoio da partigiano
And if I die as a partisan
Tu me devi seppellir’
Then you must bury me

Mi seppellirai lassu in montagna
Bury me up in the mountain
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
Mi seppellirai lassu in montagna
Bury me up in the mountain
Sotto l’ombra di un bel fiore
Under the shade of a beautiful flower

E tutti quelli che passeranno
And all those who shall pass
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
E tutti quelli che passeranno
And all those who shall pass
Ti diranno che bel fior’
Will tell you what a beautiful flower it is

E questo fiore da partigiano
And this flower of the partisan
Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao
Good-bye beautiful
E questo fiore da partigiano
And this flower of the partisan
E’ il fior’ di liberta
Is the flower of liberty

The flower was the red carnation, which was the symbol of the resistance. Stand up for your beliefs, now more than ever. So many are counting on you.
Bella Ciao from recent film (2017)

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Starboard Bound

Life changes so drastically moment to moment. We look for answers in each situation because justification brings a sense of comfort. Sometimes instead of comfort though it causes us to reflect on our own personal choices. That can be incredibly difficult depending on how far we are to our own personal goals. The fantastic aspect to this process is the human capacity for change. We learn through this uncomfortability how strong we are and what actions are needed for our lives to progress forward. You are at the helm of your ship! Sail towards your destination or get lost in the choppy seas.

Monday, May 06, 2019


Follow what you hold sacred. Its a new day, new week, and new you. 

Sunday, May 05, 2019


Never forget that anything is possible