“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider,… Read More Admit it, you aren’t like them.
Welcome to the soft parade, all our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow grave must be something else, somehow to defend this place, everything must be this way everything must be this way The soft parade has now begun listen to the engines hum, -The Doors, the Soft Parade As I exited… Read More Welcome to the Soft Parade
I have this idea fishing that I do each night when I go to sleep and I seem to have a huge catch of fish (ideas) but somehow when the net comes up ( I wake up) , most of the fish slip through the net. How many of us are in foxhole partnerships? We… Read More Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is shining That you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being That love is all and love is everyone It is knowing,… Read More Lay down all thoughts, Surrender to the void
“Being prepared to receive what thought is not prepared to think is what deserves the name of thinking.” – Jean-Francois Lyotard The last month, after returning home from my Ayahuasca experience Peru, I have spent a considerable amount of effort in reorienting and re-adjusting to the smack-down of stimulation and race-to-the-top-of-the-pile that IS Western culture.… Read More Am I finite? Questions of Death and Eternity
I pay a tax, for my equilibrium or, my peace of mind. I work out in the morning and then, on some days, I write three pages of stream of consciousness journaling -“morning pages”, detailed in the book The Artist’s Way. I write exactly what comes to mind: whining, bitching, anger, shame, angst, that puzzled look a… Read More A Happy Tax: Peace of mind has a price
It’s an odd feeling, having a closer relationship with words on a page, than most people. Fiction and narrative non-fiction make up the the majority of my mind’s diet. Conversation with other humans lags behind the same way I neglect nutritious vegetables at the dinner table. I ingest other author’s writings and feast sumptuously on the nourishment provided by their labor. I write, to reciprocate these… Read More A Book is a friend to the maniacs in my mind
The Sober Hombre 