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….

Like Italo Calvino, who wrote about cities that never were, I too write. It is about our reality. Sometimes a living thing appears and it is a miracle that it stands at all. It stands for a very short time indeed, when there is no wind of course, without too many sets of eyes to…

All the colors stand around me, in bottles, tubes and pencils. They are looking quietly at what I do. What will I say? They are my audience now. I love them. They can do infinite things. They do not really look. I know. It is the whole who looks. The infinite listening-with-the-heart. The heart-of-listening. His…

There are the lines and there are the color shapes. They seem to describe the same thing but they have very different perspectives. Sometimes, in other paintings, the lines and the shapes do not necessarily describe the shame thing. If we compare this to music, then those paintings are like counterpoint. The lines have a…