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  • Labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral

    As Above, So Below

    I am sitting in the whisper of a vaulted cathedral. The noise of my own mind is all that there appears to be. Once in a while, tourist’s footsteps can be heard…

  • Submission

    Sitting here, I come up against something, Perhaps it is a desire to change my state, or for things to be different. I try to bring the question, “Who am I?” It…

  • (Photo: "What's Important To Me"

    Vignette

    I sit here, couched. A breeze enters the room, snapping the curtains. It is like watching a dance. The wind circulates through the room, stirring the plants that rest on the windowsill.…

  • Song

    You have the feeling that the world may in fact be conspiring to make you happy. Sometimes these little glimpses of happiness come in the form of a stranger’s smile on the…

  • My Experience with Writing and Zen

    I was sitting with a zen monk and I couldn’t stop looking out the window in front of me. “Why are you looking out the window,” he asked, “concentrate on your posture.”…

  • The Narrow Road to the Interior (Basho 1644 – 1694)

    The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat, or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is…