“It’s a weird little semantic jump, and it’s not that far, but it’s a universe apart from where most people are.” Jim Carrey, 2017 You are not earth, water, fire or air. Nor are you empty space. Liberation is to know yourself as Awareness alone— the Witness of these. Ashtavakra Gita, 1.3 First... Continue Reading →
I found a sacred space in the crystal cave of my heart--- a holy cavern inside a turtle shell at the bottom of a lake--- where the turtle eats my roots, bunches bouquets with my shoots, looks askew as it redecorates the clay where I warm my blood--- warmer than mulled wine---... Continue Reading →
I don't particularly like to write in books. I know people who keep Foster Wallace footnotes in the margins of all their books. Like most things, I have an exception: my Nietzsche books. They are fair game. Friedrich Nietzsche's works, when not aphorisms, are dense--they are difficult to scan. I read and re-read Nietzsche, the... Continue Reading →
When the heat rose It brought the ants out with it--- The bedrock slumbers under the shivering topsoil, All winter huddled up--- Now comes the tilt of the earth--- Now comes hibernation hangovers--- The creak in your elbow Only you can hear--- Now comes the sun again--- Now the snakes sun on gravel roads--- God... Continue Reading →
That is the beauty of illusory Time: in any given moment your only obligation is to that moment-- anything else that will happen or that has happened is all a part of the illusion. BOM BOM MAHADEV.