joined on 06/15/05
last updated 05/08/11
The whole, holy adventure.
Mammals Landscapes Microorganisms Art Infinitudes.
Body, hunger, swaying, surrender, games of make believe and imagination, subtlety.
Oceans. Rivers. Mountains. Forests.
The elements. The world of form.
The possibility (humbly considered) of worlds beyond the apparent world, or perhaps just more scope and dimensionality to this world than we can possibly conceive of.
The poetic balance between simplicity & the glut, between the profligate beauty and multitudinous muchness of our world & the perfect purity of one single perfect anything (blood cell, hazelnut, kiss, bowl of soup, lion, freckle, drum beat...).
Mirth, mischief, silliness, compassion, reverence, and joy.
Hiking, camping, lying in the meadows belly down.
Vegetables, herbs, flowers..
Yoga, meditation, silence.
Learning and playing.
Evolution. Collaboration. Play and communion with big-hearted, wide-open-minded, sultry, vulgar, pure, voluptuously imaginative, transparent, wise, kind people.
I believe in apprenticing oneself to wonder. I believe in kindness. I like to play and create. I worship.
I am allergic to orthodoxy, and I have little interest in the drippy pseudo-spirituality that struts and masquerades as authentic realization; but authentic realization, evolution, unbounded creativity, the cultivation of wise power, dancing full-bodied heart-melting bodice-ripping worship, passion, compassion & humility, and celebration of mystery, that's what I like.
"that's the secret of enduring life; to face death, sickness, injustice,
Thu, June 22, 2006 - 8:14 AM
fear, and to say: It's a game, my heart, a game, don't be afraid."
Tue, May 23, 2006 - 4:44 PM
There is an interesting thread in the KosmicBlogging Pod on Zaadz. It is a response to the following statement by Andrew Cohen:
”Unconditional love has no value whatsoever if you're interested in the evolution of consciousness. I know that this ideal is very popular in the postmodern spiritual marketplace. But let's just think for a moment about what the phrase implies. It means “I'll love you absolutely and forever, no matter what you do and no matter what you have ever done—whether you ...
Tue, May 16, 2006 - 6:40 PM
Stuart Davis is it. Read up:
"The Mystery is kind enough to manufacture forms which we can inter-subjectively and inter-objectively relate to, interact with, and SERVE in the name of love. All forms are sentient. All work is supposed to be the Play, the metaphor we conduct ourselves within as Agents of Kosmic Communion. Do not be mistaken, that is the fucking Hokey-Pokey people, that is what it's all about."
You like? Here's his blog:
Thu, January 19, 2006 - 8:50 PM
Thu, December 15, 2005 - 11:24 PM
uh oh. i just realized:
i like to fight.
the vitality of it.
it's like a hot hot shower.
if you do it right, playful, with
your heart light, even when RAGING
the honesty geese, your immediacies, your naked brain soft eyes and drunk love, come back home, your
stale skin remembers blood and mirth,
contrivance is impossible,
all your stupid puny ideas,
shudder themselves, a spritz of humorous oblivion
light, into light light light lightght gh t li
Thu, December 15, 2005 - 2:37 PM
The woman who was helping me check out my cd's at the library today was older, her 70's probably, smile bright as birth. She saw the Peggy Lee cd I'd picked up and flushed and said, "oh, God. I loved to listen to her sing. She simmered!" Then she starts singing "Fever" and snapping her fingers.
I love my librarian. Whipsmart and still sexy, in that manner of intellectuals who no longer take themselves seriously. She kept raving on about Peggy Lee, and said, laughing, "It's something about ...
Yes, and here, right here
Thu, December 15, 2005 - 2:18 PM
Between the moonlight and the lane,
Between the tunnel and the train,
Between the victim and his stain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
(thanks DavidD, for the reminder)
Tue, December 6, 2005 - 11:04 PM
a sordid misdirection of longing.
The unfortunate discovery
his policy is dishonesty.
Hopes dried on popsicle sticks, my fingers
but artificial colors staining my skin
the original sin I was after.
Laughter I was after.
Laughter: there’s a good place to start.
Who are you anyway?
It’s hard to guess when I can’t even say
who am I.
So let’s just slide down to the rhythm of our feet
walking a cold city winter street;
take my hand and I’ll ...
"Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind."
Tue, November 29, 2005 - 2:38 PM
I am 40 today.
Wed, November 16, 2005 - 8:54 AM
Tue, November 15, 2005 - 4:00 PM
"I am persuaded that nothing can separate me from my God, my wife, and my music. Life is rich when I can come home, after hours in the studio, feeling as frayed as a hundred Big G strings, and curl up to June Carter. She's a soft, fluffy Mama Bear. That's when I give God a 'Thanks a lot, Chief.' Sometimes in the morning I'll say 'Good Morning' to the Awesome Presence, but sometimes I forget to."
from a Thangka at Menla in the Catskills