Blankets of Me

Blankets of Me Happy Dust and the Invisible Self This morning my mind got playful. I imagined that at the … More

The Microscope of Thought – Part two

The Microscope of Thought Seeing what moves too fast to be noticed Continuing from this morning’s reflection on the stick … More

The Puzzle Factory of Impermanence Different pictures on the surface, the same pieces underneath A striking feeling came this morning—not … More

An old doorway opened this morning. What I used to call Aladdin’s closet—a small, sloping space from childhood, built by … More

I had just finished recording—peaceful, steady—and then, in an instant, it was gone. A minute and a half erased by … More

The thought began with distance. Astronauts traveling farther from Earth than anyone before—but farther from what? The point they reach … More

In Back to the Future Part II, they power the car with garbage—banana peels, cans, scraps. The machine doesn’t care … More

Early this morning I woke up, but not all the way. I was in that in-between place—half asleep, half awake, … More

I began with an image of a box. The box represented the background of emptiness. In one side of the … More

I imagine a long, narrow balloon — the kind used to twist into animals — filled completely with air. Not … More