2. You have to surrender to the madness, to the constant cacophony of sound that assails you night and day. You have to surrender to the extremes of human existence. Death and life dance down the same avenue of trees like in a Woody Allen movie. You walk past patched up hovels and a mother […]
A letter to writers, poets, photographers , artists of all types, people who love to read for the sake of reading not because you have to as part of the school curriculum. The question I pose myself is there room for the enthusiastic amateur . And not just for those who have done a professional […]
Your life is your life Your life is your life Your life Is your life Don’t be Shakespeare Don’t be Dylan Thomas Don’t be Charles Bukowski Your life is your life No matter the damage Your life is Yours .
Do you ever wonder where people are going? Some do the road, the Camino , that’s going somewhere right. I mean it’s a pilgrimage right? The woman next door masked up and all said she did the Camino, goddamn it! She was pretty forceful with the goddamn. Not a bit of ego in her redheaded […]
This morning I woke early. Still dark I turned on my small lamp and lit a tea candle followed by a stick of Japanese incense. I bowed to my chair . I counted breaths trying to catch the feeling, the sensations, flowing through me. Yesterday my mind was all over the shop , now at […]
Today is the seventy fifth year of the bombing of Hiroshima. Many years ago I picked up a small book by John Hersey simply called Hiroshima. 108 pages long, it took me a month to read it such was the horror. Written in beautiful simplicity it shook me to the core , hence I took […]
There is nothing in the city , and no man needs nothing. I was invited to a dance. Not your ordinary dance this was a Sema ,the sacred dance of the Sufi. It came about some say through grief of one’s unconditional love of another. Shams , a beggar bum dervish madman of wisdom came […]
When I was growing up in the west you always knew where you came from by smell. Crossing the Maribyong river, either leaving or returning to city or home, it was the stench of the tannery that curled your hair with horror. You had to hold your breath otherwise you might vomit your last meal […]
I cannot say I loved my father . Anger and hate often choked my heart with rage yet I admired his will to live. His courage in adversity was awe-inspiring living with cancer day after day for years. And I know somewhere in the depths of my soul darkened by too many nights without stars […]
The small boat Is being pushed away from the shore I feel like a child learning About the way Saicho old monk living on Mount Hiei The samurai Of marathon walks and fire Suddenly I found you Or you found me They say when the disciple is readyThe Guru appears And there you were Bright […]
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