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Who am I?
Who am I really? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a person communicating through actions, speech and writing. My thoughts, ideas and perceptions are interpreted through sensory receptors and then expressed through symbolic …
In Control?
Do we really have a choice, can we really choose our path, are we truly in control? We’d like to think so…but I wonder. Or are we just reactions to the previous actions before us? Are we not just the results of experiences with our environments, shaped and molded? …
Struck
One must stand up for what one believes in,
because only then can one trip over its delusion
and hit ones head on the truth.
The Tao of Poo
How much time do you spend in the restroom each day, month, year, in your entire life?
More then you probably realize. Everyone does it. It is natural.
Our bodies need to release the pollution inside.
When we use the restroom, It’s our private time, our quiet …
I'm the one you have been looking for.
I am the one you’ve been thinking of when you wonder if there is anyone out there like yourself, wondering if anyone hears your voice, your thoughts, your cries, pains, ideas, and questions. I am the one you’ve been looking for everyday, the one that sees through …
Substance
In order to write,
sometimes,
we must forget
words.
Scent of Experience
As we age,
do our bodies absorb
and accumulate the scents
from our lives?
When we are ripe,
grandmas and grandpas,
do we reek
of experience?
In-Between
If one were to ask me…
What are you doing right now?
Where are you from?
Where are you going?
I would have to answer…
I am in-between coming and going.
Motion of Changes Movement
Once you understand that the only thing that is certain is “change”
and realize your oneness with the motion of changes movement,
“I” disappears, and reappears with everything as one whole.
Ordinary Things
There are no ugly things,
nor beautiful things.
Only ordinary things.
Things in which light and shadows highlight,
and perspectives distort.
Transient Conditions
Why do these exquisite snapdragons
arranged so neatly
in a hollow vase
for my viewing pleasure
make me feel so sad?
Could it be because their life
has been selfishly plucked
from their natural habitat
and put on display
for everyone to admire
their temporary …
Poetics of Poem Perceptions & Sensitive Poets
A subject came up and a poet questioned whether or not that one should
share their poems with the public or not and how criticism affects a poet.
My first reaction to this plane of thought is to raise the question,
“Who and What do you write for?” Do you write …
A Silent Accuracy
I often remain silent. For words representations and counseling to and from the truth are rarely if ever adequate delegates.
Believe in the Truth
When people ask me what religion I am,
or what do I believe…
I reply,
“I believe in the truth.”
I, You, Me, We - Who are You?
Today I heard somebody say, “Where am I?” I thought to myself, “You are right where you are.” You are always right where you are. You are always right here and now. Then I pondered my use of the word “always.” “Always“ is a word that shouldn’t be used …
Proving The Existence of Truth
If it is true that everything is a lie (an illusion), then the statement contradicts itself by being true, thus making the statement false by involuntarily proving truths existence.
If it is false that everything is a lie (an illusion), then it again simply proves …
Why Hate is a Bad Word
I teach my 3 sons not to use the word “hate.” The word itself is just that, a word. However, the meaning and power it carries by simply using it can be devastating. When one says, “I hate…this or that,” hate is not placed in that in which you hate, but rather …
Learning to Love Winter
I live in a four season climate, and it seems the older I get, the less I enjoy the Winter season. It’s cold, slushy, messy, and salty. It just doesn’t go well with my fastidious nature. Granted, I’m open-minded and can appreciate every season, it’s just that …