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


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

for i mes ra bulls



Absolute maitri

In the natural state

all is welcomed

and allowed

While to many

this speaks of bliss

beauty and dancing

it also includes

pain, torment and agony



sympathetic joy


Winter Dathun

Let in by a star

dark, silent beauty of night

we became the shrines

non-conceptual body

Dropping under the flesh

where thoughts give way to experience

living and loving unconditionally in such a beautiful way

as the body knows all and never fails

Letting go the revolving concepts that are memories

We come to live in the naked, unborn immediacy of reality

And maybe a concept arises that is of beneficial use

But just a “touch and go” moment, then back into the heart;

into the love of space