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Transformation of the Ten Thousand Beings

Before setting off on a journey Yen Hui went to see Master Confucius. “Where are you going?” asked Confucius. “I am going to Wei,” answered Yen Hui. “What will you do there?” “I have heard that the Prince of Wei is young and vigorous and keeps his own counsel. He is blind to his own… Read more »

Lemons from Lemonade

The best compost is not shit, rather, the best compost is that which no longer serves it’s intended, useful purpose and is thereby ripe for transformation. Anyone can make lemonade from lemons, but to make lemons from lemonade, that is something to behold.

The Real Thing

I know the feeling It is the real thing The essence of the soul The perfect moment That golden moment I know you feel it too I know the feeling It is the real thing You can’t refuse the embrace… NO! It’s like the pattern beneath the skin You gotta reach out and pull it… Read more »


When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. -Lao Tzu


January, 2015 was hard. Some months, days, hours, minutes, seconds and moments are like that. They are the times to lay low, to ponder suffering, to make friends with death. Death brings rest, a peace of finality to whatever it is that’s time has come. For me, my health was low, my energy was low,… Read more »


The five colors blind our eyes. The five tones deafen our ears. The five flavors confuse our taste. Racing and hunting madden our minds. Possessing rare treasures brings about harmful behavior. Therefore the sage regards his center, and not his eyes. He lets go of that and chooses this. Tao Te Ching 12


May I dwell in the heart May I be free from suffering May I be healed May I be at peace p. 82 Walking a Sacred Path


Dreamt Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy of The Cult playing a few tunes to a private audience of me, in some hotel lobby. We chatted a bit before they had to go and I had to wake up. I’ll take it. Forever one of the greatest musical forces. “White” was a song I recall they… Read more »

The Winter of Listening

by David Whyte No one but me by the fire, my hands burning red in the palms while the night wind carries everything away outside. All this petty worry while the great cloak of the sky grows dark and intense round every living thing. What is precious inside us does not care to be known… Read more »

The Art of Thinking

A thinker, truly, I am that. Often, I come across a spark, a flicker, a glimmer which sets in motion a flurry of firing synapsis within my mind, body and soul. If I allow it, this happens easily everyday. Today I conduct a mutual interview to again teach in a collegiate setting. I have been… Read more »