I am trying to see all aspects of my life this way. I am attempting to observe the innevitability of change in the same way I watch the summer bleed through the autumn leaves. It might not be my wish to start piling on layers and scraping the windshield of my car, but...

In other words, I am trying to see my life as a creative response instead of some fight or flight reaction.

What we see on the surface is never the entirety of a thing. What we call truth and reason are only seasons of majorities influence. The difference between self and other is like the difference between water and snow-they are the same but different. They are identical...

It’s difficult to describe this without sounding trite, but the presence of empty space often provided me with the fuel to imagine. To contemplate a subject that has no definite shape, gives rise to as many possibilities as one is willing to entertain. For some, this m...

While looking closely at this phenomenon it has become more and more clear to me that who we think we are is constantly in flux. Moment to moment we are gradually shifting into the next fluid form. We occasionally take shape just long enough to trick ourselves into for...

How does one passionately engage in the activities of everyday life without being subverted by the all-consuming energy of want? Can the expression of creativity and the demands of practice be adequately attended to without invoking the ghosts of hunger and thirst? I l...

Our awakening is just the acceptance of what is right in front of us, without flinching or wincing at the sight of blemishes or bald spots. In fact, the real nectar of this wisdom is contained within those perfect imperfections. Words can’t do it justice because the an...

The idea that the basic act of living is just as important and fulfilling as success or fame or respect is mind-blowing to most of us. We are so conditioned to want to achieve things and to make a name for ourselves that we often feel like failures if we aren’t recogni...

Where is the boundary of this human separation At what point does the fence crumble and turn to dust in the tall grasses I can sometimes feel it’s limits in the wide expanse of inner silence  But every time I open my eyes it still seems to stretch to the furthest hori...

Now I am starting to investigate the realm of individuality and wondering what it really means to be separate from everything that is. I wonder, is there really such a thing as “personal” expression or am I just a limb protruding from the totality of conscious existenc...