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Appreciating what we have over what we desire is still the art of Angels--every kind.
As headlines continue to bombard us with so much fear mongering and negativity, the mind wanders into those thoughts of what one can do better with hi... As headlines continue to bombard us with so much fear mongering and negativity, the mind wanders into those thoughts of what one can do better with hi... Perhaps nowhere can the need for being noticed and one’s authentic self discovering purpose than in NYC.
Manhattan’s density of humans often reveals itself as imagined happiness. To people watch the sidewalks of 5th Ave or Madison Ave is to encounter fac... It is hard to see the good in the world, because the good often struggles under the banner of charity, while the harsh truth is reality. <bgsound src = ''http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/lean_on_me.mid ''hidden loop=-1> Though not uncommon for rock climbers to start in predawn darkness, one was about to challenge his sensorial awareness beyond the norm. We should neve... Sometimes it's a sound,
birds like we listened to,
or the music she liked to hear;
Sometimes a smell,
like flowers, or even the
shampoo she used;... The following quote gave rise to my verbal walk down memory lane.
“I like very much the idea that the language of poetry operates more opaquely than ... First attempt at Korean Sijo, a form older than Haiku.
Three lines, 14-16 syllables each line, break (approximately) in the middle, total of 44-46 to... With so much effort awaiting all of us in the coming year to right the sinking boat of who we are,
this is perhaps a good time to listen to the sound ... Finding peace amidst the chaos is but one of the chores of Zen belief. Such focus was stirred up recently while reading Garret Keizer’s book, "The Unw... I have heard a poet far away crying of hunger; no corner is darker than the one we crawl to hide inside our sadness, loneliness and despondency.
I wis... As the headlines remind us, there are all kinds of ways to arrive at peace. Sadly, some succumb to the altered state of pain’s messenger as their mean... I stood at the banks of the Baram River watching the light wane away in Marodi - a tiny sleepy city surrounded by jungle and only accessible via the r... Probably, like so many distant memories, there was more to the experience. But, being a kid, it was hard to figure out the silence… you know? (Image... For many, reaching their senior years brings with it the adjustment needed due to the fall off of expected communication with friends and loved ones. ... How many times need we get reminders that we are neglecting being human? (Image by esty) We often forget how regretful it is to remain unconnected with the gifted. (Image by pinterest)
There are too many couples living their lives in pure misery. The good Lord had other plans for us. We were to find our true mate for life, to love an... Finding peace amidst the chaos is but one of the chores of Zen belief. Such focus was stirred up some time ago while watching a Colbert interview wit... We tend to be very cognizant of the pounding of our heart when we encounter fear. But what of the variances of hope when comfort and the cared-for fe... Picture taken from Google explorer......
A taste of erotica
After reading a New York Times article on Kafka’s last trial, I couldn’t help but find myself reviewing the many years in New York, where life’s often... Some say that if you listen to the wind in the mountains you can hear the Silent Moccasins. When our whole world was young and small..... A scream that cannot be heard. This poem is not about abortion although this is how it may appear. It was more of an analogous comparison to a state o...
Edvard Munch's famous painting depicts how I have been feeling lately. |
