Unedited – like me these days: Don’t push the river, and a revelation. When I have my own place I will fall all-into a deep study of Chinese poetry. I may, for all I…

Thursday memo to self – Mind your own bee’s wax. Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall: What’s my part?

“Like Vimalakirti she shuts her mouth, following the old way. All day long, she sits within the gate. She does not tell anyone her inner treasure….When she sees the Blue Mountain through her veranda,…

I am not like other people. I’m just not. I’m not like everybody/anybody else. I did, though, have conversations yesterday with folks in both Santa Barbara and New Jersey who did have very nice…

This was my three-song YouTube playlist Saturday morning, which fell directly out from my Morning Pages: ‘I’ve Got Work To Do’ by the Isley Brothers; ‘Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way and I’ll Go…

I was holding this painting in my hands later last night. I’d brought it off a wall near the laundry machines Tuesday to bring into the Koan group – as the only thing I…

Yesterday I wrote here about the sensory quality of a fragrance as a lightning path to long-ago enlightenment. The nose knows, you could say. Today I’m hung up on the ear, home to the…

I set out later yesterday afternoon for a stroll through Meadow Park, maybe a half-mile long curvy, tarred, oblong path through trees and a (thanks to the rains) running stream down a concrete causeway.…

“Jenny said when she was just five years old there was nothin’ happening at all.” — The Velvet Underground I know the feeling. Coming to this sacred blog space, it’s Monday night, and (in…

I was telling Jorge over coffee yesterday how much I like Trader Joe’s. When I walk into the Trader Joe’s here in San Luis Obispo it feels like attending a party. Some people go…