I’m dying. Again. I do it every so often, you know. And so I suppose it is only fitting that in this my numerological 9 year—which is completion, wrapping up another full cycle—I find myself dying again. And it feels good. We collect so many energies and dust mites as we go through life, and …
Category: rambling mind
Bengali Tea-Boys
*sigh* Those who give us a hard time, who are difficult to be around or who constantly blow our cover, are the very ones who show us where we we’re stuck. The great meditation master Atisha always traveled with his belligerent Bengali tea-boy because it kept him honest. Without his ill-tempered servant to test him, …
Official Devastation
It is generally considered that people are inherently good, that given the choices, ultimately the good, humane, kind, and loving choice will always be made. The holidays try with all their might to convince us of this, painting warm and fuzzy pictures of the way things should be… but after the year I’ve experienced and …
My Utopia
We’d gather around All in a room Fasten our belts Engage in dialogue We’d all slow down Rest without guilt Not lie without fear Disagree sans judgement We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and …
Up with the Birds
The birds they sang, At break of day: “Start again,” I hear them say. It’s so hard to just walk away… The birds they sang, All a choir: “Start again, a little higher…” It’s a spark in a sea of grey. The sky is blue— Dream that lie, ’til it’s true… Then taking back the …
Go (h)OM(e)—You’re Drunk
There is an intoxication which lasts far longer than any liquor known to man, a drink that can grow stronger the longer it stays in one’s system. I’ve seen it last for decades. Just as alcohol slurs the mind, decisions, and intellect, so does this poison—a million times over. Its label? Hatred. Anger. Resentment. It eats …
The Rubber Always Meets the Road… Somehow
All my life, no matter what I’ve gone through, no matter how down I’ve sunk, somehow, some way, I always bounce back, like rubber, change, in just a couple days’ worth of time. In all things, change. The only constant is Change. Odd thing is, even when I want to be angry upset …
To Be Dead
To be dead would make everything seem so silly, wouldn’t it? Ridiculous. Time-wasting. Pointless. To be dead would be to know no cares, wouldn’t it? Suddenly nothing would matter— Didn’t pay my bill? Oh well. Didn’t report to work? So sorry. Didn’t always do the right and responsible thing even though it never pays a …
Heartweight
They say the weight of your heart is approximately 0.5% of your body weight. Why does it often feel as if that organ is more Jovian than Gaian—in a chamber of gravity set to 250%? *sigh* It’s funny how each story I’m working on seems to play out in real life, in one form …