This is my house

I will not dust and tidy it up

Nor shall I leave weary lamps lit for someones’ chance stopping in

The paint is cracked and worn, but time will do that; it is natural

I will not apologize if it does not fit in, does not function to your

standards or if the appearance is lacking “happiness”

It is filled with all sorts odd things that you will not approve of

Things that will surely offend, petrify, terrorize and most certainly chip

away at your sensible, civilized ego



But it is also filled with wonders from all the ages

Things that human beings have desired from their birth of consciousness

Stories that will inspire, swoon and swell a forgotten heart

Caverns of darkness and unexplored fathoms of time and space



You are always welcome here, my dear friend

But just remember one thing;

This is my house


Sleepily I write

Sleepily I write.

And as I see again the red rose glare of the lights,

a smile breaks barriers and beings dance in again.


Sleepily I write.

As Ingred sings her sonnet of chains;

the removing of such; an opening.


Sleepily I write.

As this fragile frame sleeks through darkness,

awfully drawn to the red rose glare.







Unconditional acceptance; starting with the self. Especially the “negative” aspects. Welcome them with warm arms; that’s all that any being wants. To be seen, allowed, and released from judgement. With great love on this friday morning..I wish you all a moment of peace; a moment of true liberation



An amazing group of young folks with an amazing amount of awareness..teaching me a lot


Freed Fireflies

Illusory veils

Blankets upon the mind

Capturing up moments

like imprisoned fireflies

Heed the warmth, flicker-flame

As awareness becomes fire

Fuel for the journey

Coals of desire

A soldiers prayer for compassion

In this night that is black and darkened with the worst of pain,

May the blessings of everything around us, connect to us.

I ask not to be swift, accurate or courageous;

I ask that I will need none of these attributes,

and that our enemies are fortunate enough not to bear the burden of our


May kindness, love and the truest compassion bless their souls and

everything that they may touch.

May we feel the repocussions of that love;

of that most spacious grace.

I wrote this prayer September 6th, 2006 while in Iraq. A dozen or so soldiers recited it every night, before we went on missions. From what I was told, they continued saying it after I took off my uniform.

Mohandas was the first to show me that there are no enemies,  simply “other.”  But my heart shows me that I still regard and treat my past and greater self as such. To maitri.

Meeting ourselves



Ultimately, there’s only one solution: how we live with and treat each other. But in order to do this in a beneficial way, we have to learn how to live with and treat ourselves properly.



Just as we cannot push away people, nature and the aspects of our lives that we find uncomfortable and threatening, just the same, we cannot treat any aspect of ourselves in this manner. Sitting with ourselves, daily, we find space; allowing all aspects to arise, without grasping or pushing away; the good and the bad. And eventually, we can drop these labels, these concepts, and experience ourselves with equanimity, where good nor bad no  longer exists. Just simple, naked experience. Then we can live in the world in this way.



It can brutal at times. But eventually you will start to see that it is what you have longed for your whole life. That thing in the back of your head since you were a child that you just couldn’t seem to put your finger on….always just out of reach; music, art, relationships-they all came close but couldn’t write make it clear….It’s always been there. Pure, unfiltered, unconditional love. But the thing that always keeps us from getting there……..it starts with ourselves. And yes, it is a lot of work. And yep, it can get pretty damn messy. But hey, whatta we got to lose….except suffering.


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