Poem: Soul Outpost-Cantos 5,6

Canto V: Peering over the Edge Tantalized lifeblood flows from the Great Mystery Shift along the shadow border Between the known and the unknown The heart trills like a soaring songbird A succession of defining moments arrive Reality tears away the fancy Consideration gives way to acceptance There is a surrendering to the Real Rudely …

Unfold Your Own Myth

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth. – Rumi Our lives are an ever-unfolding journey set between spiritual ley lines established by personal mythology. A paradise can be found at the end of your nose, if you look for it. Each day of our lives demand a …

Don’t Lose HOPE

There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster. – Dalai Lama Think back to where you were a year ago when you heard the WHO had declared Covid-19 a pandemic. …

Lucky Celestial Lion Cookies

Your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride. – Anthony Bourdain One thing I miss about living in China is the immense variety of regional specialty foods. I am fortunate in that I’ve been able to enjoy some amazing Chinese foods over the years. Around the world, traditional foods are …

Rapture on the Shore: A Sonnet

A lone spirit wanders the foamy line Heart adrift, floating between sand and sea Trod shattered mountains and slick gems of brine Timeless messengers take my soul to thee Mortal coil spun between heaven and earth Escape the unreal web of illusions Draped over my innocent eyes since birth Uncover the mystic in seclusion Touching …

Generation Loss

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is really a large matter – it’s the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. – Mark Twain There is something known as generation loss in data systems. This is the loss of quality between subsequent copies of data. Making a copy of a …

Winter’s Final Interlude: a poem

The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass While daylight’s performances grow longer The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots Resounds beneath the thawing ground Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber And pull back their immaculate blankets Warm breezes join hands with …

The Soul of the Brush

The painter has the Universe in his eyes and hands. – Leonardo da Vinci Humans have been painting with brushes for over 16,000 years. Ancient people created brushes from feathers and hair attached to sticks. Chinese brushes originated over 6,000 years ago and are still used throughout Asia. As with the creation of any tool, …