In the inky darkness of the void, beneath a tender moon, a door cracks open, and perfect quiet spills out to form a shadow… A moth appears– wings a-flicker from the very first, as if it has been curiously darting to and fro for quite some time, and the door has appeared of its own volition. To be polite. To show the way. The weaving gray feather is hardly more than a tickle upon an […]
You will never find water that isn’t in cahoots with all the other water. Even the last drop of a dried-up lake has the idea of the sea inside of it. A buffalo laps it up. Now what… What I mean is that when you’re quiet, dissolving into the sky is a completely natural thing to do. You could pop back out anywhere, coalesce out of nothing, find yourself in an active hygroscopic nebula, and […]
I read an article the other day about some people who did what all the books said to do and they were explaining in very simple terms how now their every movement opens up before them like a strawberry shortcake snack at the Center for Incredibleness and their every breath brings with it some beneficent manifestation like a phone call from some Swiss lawyer representing a great uncle they never knew they had who made some […]
It’s only been a few days, but I’m back for more. The life of an addict. My moments have become cracked glass, but there is a hint of honey in my tears. It’s been a bittersweet epiphany: I’m not cut out to be the person I’ve been being. I’m a crash test dummy careening into the wall of nothing whatsoever. For a moment I was full and clear, a moment without the traffic, unfettered, remembering what […]
So… Jesus and I are taking a little break. You have to set boundaries. have to have to have to have to My side is like this: after a couple of fervent decades during which time I was strung out on mantras, kale juice, free range chicken egg beaters, galactically resonating yoga poses, tantric how-to illustration books, and uncompromising techniques of detachment, I turned the cracked pavement corner of my block to square up my […]
What I saw was a line of smoke scribed upon the sky in a confident hand, like the swift first streak of an artist’s signature. This was not some willy-nilly scribble of carbonized particulates. No. Graphical in nature, the arc was infused with information. It was an ember-tipped flourish that induced a state of euphoric anticipation in the mind of every beholder– a clear-slated readiness for whatever might come next. Spontaneous genuflections and the unconscious recitation […]
This is part 3 of a short fictional series. So far the posts are all in order… So far… * * * * * They’d told me about the wire probably six months ago. The jumper wire. How it grew within us from the anode to the cathode like a clever root of ivy. The fuse of a self. A short circuit. It was a strange trick: cutting eternity out of the equation. Without access […]
This year I realized that in so many ways, I have scarcely begun. The difference this time, is that having orienteered my way around the mountain in a great and unwitting circle– riding out storms and then reveling in the graceful vacuum of their departure, plotting the next day’s course based on a strange mash of signs, principles and self-argument, being nourished by glimpses of colored bird and flower, by moments of heartfelt communion with […]
A mind enamored of its own disguise cannot see all the imminent Buddhas– the ones stationed everywhere it looks. The Ones everywhere it can’t quite see. (Stop here for a moment and take a look around.) (Do you see?) A mind convinced of its own fabrications cannot imagine that experience itself is an omni-sided doorway– a passage to every form of grace. A passage to every glory, seated in circles. (Don’t worry where, just imagine… that you […]
Sometimes when the door slams and the house wobbles, we forget the stew bubbling happily on the stove. We forget the scent of roasting carrots. We forget the light dancing softly on the candle. Sometimes when the light turns red and two horns joust in reply, we forget the fresh cut flowers on the passenger seat. We forget we were celebrating an abiding love. We forget the other reasons for this plane are moot. Sometimes […]
Embracing Forever 