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Be Here Now, Or Don’t Be

Think about this, now:being here right here, there is nobeing somewhere else.What you “want” doesn’t matter; wish in one hand, as they say. If you choose elsewhereas the place where you must be,you’re not here at all.And where does that … Continue reading

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Becoming A

Have you ever seensomeone become, in this life,a bodhisattva – I mean, who wasn’t one yetwhen they started on their way? If you can becomea thing you’re not already,how is that trick done? Not through potential or work –that gets … Continue reading

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The Same Breath

So many choices in a moment’s tiny span; is it destiny? No matter your direction, the path will stay beneath you. The door is open. You stand at a great threshold; which way do you move? There is just air … Continue reading

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The Presence of Today

We either seek to view the world today through some past generation’s worn and tired lens, or try to filter what is past and gone with some new, modern sensibility. In either case, the picture loses sense; we only see … Continue reading

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Go Ask Alice

Do without doing, make something from nothing; recycle, repurpose, revise on and conquer. Gather resources, interpret instructions; imagine assembly as other-directed. Practice inclusion, leave nothing untended; let symmetry guide you off-balance at times. Do, or do not do, remake while … Continue reading

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Wake Up: sonetto rispetto

Wake up! The dawn is rapping at the shutters! There is no time to lose, nor waste away; you must begin to clear out all this clutter that gives you an excuse to sleep all day. Believe this: if the … Continue reading

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Call It Madness: mad song

You gawk and call it madness, a sickness that afflicts   the weak of mind,   the poor, the kind; by gods, you’re such a prick. You practice looking sideways, avoiding the fool’s eyes:   a damning mirror,   where you see clearer your … Continue reading

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