I don’t have a clue.

I am fascinated with the authority with which many, write, advising the masses of how it is and how it should be. I have come to the conclusion that, in the words of Lao Tzu “Those who know don’t talk. Those who talk don’t know. Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your

This is Real

scrambling around confused and bewildered this is only temporary, the unseen is where if only I can continue to be here it’s over in a flash and we’ll all be where real is Stars Race Across the Sky  

Don’t go in there!

I have recently become aware of how repulsed by or completely comfortable some are with dwelling in the darkness of their spirit. Poets write of bathing happily in it, however, seemingly missing the opportunity there. Mystics, sages, religious and spiritual writers, describe it as the residence of the true self. Thomas Merton writes “At the

Single-Hearted

Why is it that we are so ready to chatter and gossip with others when we so seldom return to silence without some injury to our conscience? Perhaps the reason we are so fond of talking is that we think to find consolation in this manner; to refresh a spirit wearied with many cares. And so