cyclone here twister there.

Any guesses to what is going on? there have to be guesses, there are billions of us!

Margin of hope

There is always hope, that some day we concentrate on our future.

World Hunger

I see clearly

too many dirty feet

standing on worn out soil

no spaces between

subjects briefly touched so as to not disturb the dinner parties.

it is not about hunger, or oil, or war, or money. It is about too many people. It is about a planet and its dominant species which has lost. and I for one am not sure there is enough time left to win.

soul

50 years of constant wonder and i have the reality of "soul". Its not a physical property, not a time, not a place, not even a "spirit". ITS A DIMENSION. since we can't even figure out "our own" no wonder we can't see how many "our own" consists of. its the first and that means, mine is yours and yours is mine, the great books were close. deja vu.

Future sense

Understand this, we arn't even sure how to understand our perspective from one dimension. Imagine being able to understand or participate in multiple dimensions.

check for a pulse

We create, we take a space and fit into it. When we can no longer fit, when we lose sight of creation, of our ability to create, then we have no more choice than the wind in its path. Like an accident on the highway stops traffic as the drivers rubber neck the scene, life on earth has become one long rubber-necking episode as we watch our biosphere implode beneath our souls. It is time to see we are nothing more than a simple particle happening to find a chance, a particle clinging to the biology of earth, of our bodies. It is time to understand the needs not of the body but of time, of life as a particle in time, of a particle in a borrowed moment of expression and creation clinging to the walls of the biology on earth. We can follow the forms which preceded our moment or, we can create a island in the stream of time by which expression and creation flows eternally, passing from form to form in realizing self. We need to understand the delicate urgency in the cycle of change in our biosphere and become the directors in its unparalleled journey of time.

The present does not exist but for one moment, and that moment is never seen. For our time the present does not exist, the beauty is time becomes wholly what is always about to be.

Brian

Easter, moving the stone

Roll away the stone.

Hip hip

just when you thought it was safe

being

here human human human

think it can't happen, monkey man?

the notion of wanting desire

Saturday morning

the singular particle of my being

can be and is anything.

The unimaginable

Imagine if you will, anything.

The wizard of earth

Here and now