My father lived at the top On the right This is after he died I came to live on the rocks Where you can see the lake I sit on a bench The evening comes like love I let myself feel the evening On my skin Trees and stones look with me Quietly With not…

Which direction do you grow? To where the joy will take me. What do you hold on to? Nothing. And who is looking at you? I alone look at me. There is nobody else Anywhere.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center…

Painting from article ‘From Dense to Airy‘ What else can we see in this painting? The colors in the architectural area on the right side are warm and feel comfortable with each other. The colors in the man are colder and more contrasting with each other. Can it be that the man is somewhat conflicted,…

In some place Like in so many others For this moment The plant is attached to the tip of the world   The balance of flat and broken and empty Of dots and leaves and feathers Depends on One very thin line   In a way that is unknown to us The open chord of…

I just stopped at some point There was no point in going on The message was in how it could go on Forever.       I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen…

I’m reading this picture, based on its composition. This will be a preliminary reading. I’ll point out a few obvious things and see what I can gather from this. It is possible to read much more in the picture, and maybe I’ll do this in the next entry. It has two layers, as many of…

And today it happened. Today I understood how you can love everything in your earth life, including the suffering. Because you see the beauty of the game that you, the bigger you, has and is still creating. You are lead into a blind alley that you create and the keys are handed to you. And…

The trees brush your window The precipice steals your breath The cloud calls you to fly with him. What do you want to do now? With your morning coffee cup in hand You let your dreams glide among the trees To the horizon and beyond. What do you want to do now? You know how…

You choose to be a therapist because you want to see if you can find yourself by going through the filter of another character. So you spend time with the other character and in the conversation the fences fall. Sooner or later you find yourself through him. And he finds himself through you. Then In…

Try this: Close your eyes. Sit comfortably somewhere of course. Find something that your senses detect. An example: The eyelids touching each other. Imagine that your whole world is made of transparent clay. This clay makes everything and is not seen. This clay makes everything it wants. The things it makes appear to our senses….