Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Friday, October 9, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Playing Games
never play chess with someone playing poker. never.
the poker player sees all you see on the board, but you will never see what they see in their hand. play poker and they will have as much uncertainty as you and will judge their risks with a great deal more caution. in deed, make this double-game player uncomfortable with uncertainty by playing their game and you will find they usually fold.
the poker player sees all you see on the board, but you will never see what they see in their hand. play poker and they will have as much uncertainty as you and will judge their risks with a great deal more caution. in deed, make this double-game player uncomfortable with uncertainty by playing their game and you will find they usually fold.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Science of Science
I love science. It fascinates me, continually pointing to truths tho never illuminating. The spiritual does this. And because I have such regard for the derivative understandings of existence science provides, I have little regard for those who close its books and make it their religion of hostility to everything science isn't. In a way, their belief system is a sacrilege to the pure motives of science. Take a look at all the science news; it is a cavalcade of discoveries, a process of learning, not just 'knowing'. And in its fabulous discoveries are discoveries of its errors. In deed, the history of science is rife with mistakes and its landscape littered with the bones of martyrs for its corrections. It would be well to see its landscape littered with the bones of those who continually attempt to make science an iconoclastic ideology.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Perfect Isn't
perfect grammar is not perfect truth
perfect mathematics is not perfect reality
and perfect structure is not perfect beauty
perfect mathematics is not perfect reality
and perfect structure is not perfect beauty
Friday, May 1, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Low Door to Love
i once came to love by a gate
to a door i was too tall for
and ruminated on the chore
until it was too big to state,
then i recalled the old wooded gate
with its stone wall and door so low
and how i stooped and bent my back
and to the other side walked through slow.
to a door i was too tall for
and ruminated on the chore
until it was too big to state,
then i recalled the old wooded gate
with its stone wall and door so low
and how i stooped and bent my back
and to the other side walked through slow.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Natural Love
a natural source
knows its natural course
and can do nothing less nor more,
and in moving to its end
it moves to its beginning.
there is nothing new in this knowing.
we have known it before we knew,
tho in knowing it anew
we are astonished
because we see the other
in the mirror of our soul
and feel at home.
knows its natural course
and can do nothing less nor more,
and in moving to its end
it moves to its beginning.
there is nothing new in this knowing.
we have known it before we knew,
tho in knowing it anew
we are astonished
because we see the other
in the mirror of our soul
and feel at home.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A Promise
I have not maintained the habit to post on this blog. My attention has been placed on surviving in this new world called America. It is a surprise to some that I am not happy to return. I resume life in a culture I feel alien in; it has treated me this way. Birth into it is a fact but not a reality. Returning to it is a reality but not a fact. My heart sees these things in such ways.
How can one not embrace this mother called American culture that bore and suckled him, that raised and tutored him and bred his manners? Quite a question. The answer is I transcended this identity, first innately, then by living among others in different ways in distant lands and learning what it is to be Human. This is a greater distinction than being a man from a place.
Enough for now. There's another matter. A stout, full figured but very short woman, a woman said to be the smartest in Zagreb, compelled me by the force of reason into a promise to write about my life on this blog. She knows my life well, so her intent was absurd; no one would believe it. If I heard tales about my life, I would not believe them either. Yet, I capitulated and made a promise. And, in consequence, I suspended writing here.
After all these months, I think I may satisfy the promise to her on my terms. Like promising to swim, but up to my ankles. She and her husband once saved my life by giving me a place to sleep and rice every evening. This is the only sign of gratitude expected.
How can one not embrace this mother called American culture that bore and suckled him, that raised and tutored him and bred his manners? Quite a question. The answer is I transcended this identity, first innately, then by living among others in different ways in distant lands and learning what it is to be Human. This is a greater distinction than being a man from a place.
Enough for now. There's another matter. A stout, full figured but very short woman, a woman said to be the smartest in Zagreb, compelled me by the force of reason into a promise to write about my life on this blog. She knows my life well, so her intent was absurd; no one would believe it. If I heard tales about my life, I would not believe them either. Yet, I capitulated and made a promise. And, in consequence, I suspended writing here.
After all these months, I think I may satisfy the promise to her on my terms. Like promising to swim, but up to my ankles. She and her husband once saved my life by giving me a place to sleep and rice every evening. This is the only sign of gratitude expected.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
In Absence of Trust
Deal prudently with those not reciprocating your trust, and if possible don't deal with them at all. Such people can be willful and indifferent to the pain they will cause in your life.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Wax, Wick, and Flame
They sat for a long while before silence broke. She looked right, left, then put her fingers to her lips as she looked up with tears in her eyes, asking, "What are we?"
Sam controlled his emotion, breathed deeply and said, "We are wax, wick, and flame, made to burn and glow. Then we give up the light. We stand straight in shelter, dance in a draft or out in the open air. We will be remembered how we glowed, bright or dim, and, for some, we will not remembered at all. As for her, darling, we will always remember her vibrant dance and brilliant glow."
. . . . .
Sam controlled his emotion, breathed deeply and said, "We are wax, wick, and flame, made to burn and glow. Then we give up the light. We stand straight in shelter, dance in a draft or out in the open air. We will be remembered how we glowed, bright or dim, and, for some, we will not remembered at all. As for her, darling, we will always remember her vibrant dance and brilliant glow."
. . . . .
Monday, May 26, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Modern Democracy
I was asked, 'What is modern democracy?' I replied, 'It is people voting for their dictators.'
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Delusion is that there is not God
The delusion is that there is not God. Religion moves beyond delusion.
Each in religion moves at a different pace. The attainment is reality as it is, and knowing God unmediated.
Delusion is a matter of the mind, its master the ego. Its a troubled master.
For some, they live in the intellect, sitting uncomfortably on a fence of contractions. For others, they live in wisdom, laying comfortably in a hammock of paradox.
To go beyond the senses, needs and pleasures, achieves an intimacy with reality and its Originator - to know without knowing, to feel without feeling, all without effort, in union with God.
Posted 1/07/08 on Blogcatalog
Each in religion moves at a different pace. The attainment is reality as it is, and knowing God unmediated.
Delusion is a matter of the mind, its master the ego. Its a troubled master.
For some, they live in the intellect, sitting uncomfortably on a fence of contractions. For others, they live in wisdom, laying comfortably in a hammock of paradox.
To go beyond the senses, needs and pleasures, achieves an intimacy with reality and its Originator - to know without knowing, to feel without feeling, all without effort, in union with God.
Posted 1/07/08 on Blogcatalog
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Childhood's Lesson
You can’t be ‘here’ and ‘there’ at the same time, you cannot be in the present and the past now, and you cannot travel this life of time and be somewhere far behind.
It isn’t about control; control is for weakness, and the past cannot be controlled. It is about the childlike autonomy to stand and fall, again and again, until you can stand without falling. It is the childlike power to take a step, and fall, and get up and do it again and again, until you can walk several steps, and be excited and laugh because you did it.
The childlike take the successes of life and move on. The only baggage in life required to carry is the good and intelligence and abilities you have made and taken forward from your past. This is freedom.
It isn’t about control; control is for weakness, and the past cannot be controlled. It is about the childlike autonomy to stand and fall, again and again, until you can stand without falling. It is the childlike power to take a step, and fall, and get up and do it again and again, until you can walk several steps, and be excited and laugh because you did it.
The childlike take the successes of life and move on. The only baggage in life required to carry is the good and intelligence and abilities you have made and taken forward from your past. This is freedom.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
A Poetic Reply
I received a letter. In its conclusion, I was asked, "What should I be?" I replied in a letter just one line, "Gold as strong as iron, iron as soft as gold, and in a sea of sand, a diamond light so bold."
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