It’s not that awareness isn’t here.It’s more like the radio is on, but no one has tuned the dial. Life…
The Staircase
Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more…
Chocolate All The Way Down
Today the question arrives as a tension rather than a problem. There is the viewpoint—call it belief or perception—that everything…
Catching Up With Now
Three hundred eighty people sit on a plane—some in the front, some in the back. Those in the back may…
Before The Highlight Reel
I’m sitting in the car, not driving, just waiting. Rain falls steadily, tapping the roof in soft, uneven rhythms. The…
Swept Away By Love
I didn’t really know I needed the walk.Nothing was wrong exactly. Nothing I could name.But something in me felt a…
The Mask, the Body, and the Universal “I”
Identity 5 The Mask, the Body, and the Universal “I” Identity is a mask worn by awareness. When you put…
What Time Is It ?
All year long, we treat time as invisibleand things as solid. The chair holds me.The wall stays put.The day passes.…
Insights From a Cold Bus Stop
I’m standing at the bus stop. It’s a cold, windy day. Every gust slices through my jacket. My teeth chatter.…
From Observer to Participant: A Unique Perspective on Existence
The body is a faithful, self-navigating vessel, a Bio-Mechanical Locomotive that requires no instructions from me to manage the heavy…

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