Looking Without A Looker

The question opened wider. Looking out, looking in—does the vantage point actually change? When I look out, there are things … More

I Am My Own Echo

A cloud gives up its moisture as rain so plants can grow. An apple tree gives up its apples so … More

You don’t finish things. You leave them. A conversation. A task. A thought. There is always more—more to say, more … More

I started imagining one of those cake-decorating bags filled with icing. The kind with a small metal tip at the … More

At breakfast, the senior monk sat quietly, reading while eating. Two disciples watched, puzzled. “You told us to only do … More

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

In a world where everything — my body, my thoughts, the Earth itself — is constantly changing, what remains? This … More

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

Most of the time my experience is flattened. Body sensations, mental narration, emotional tone, memory, anticipation — all blended into … More

The mirror does not need reflection to be reflective. Its surface exists, complete in its potential, whether or not anything … More