i recieved my first issue of shambhala sun, a buddhist magazine which i’ve been trying to avoid. my logic must of slip on evening when i decided i should be on more mailing lists that target supposedly generous people like me. anyway, the front cover has one of the most amazingly portraits of the dalai lama i’ve seen in a long time. the sheer simplicity and depth of the photo makes me wanna cry. and of course i am reading robert thurman’s article on the his impression of what does it mean to be in the presence […]

i just saw the truman show and it brings up a very interesting line of thought. how would you precieve the world beyond your own construct? it seems pretty pausible that most people only believe in the 5 aggregates of the senses. the senses not only reenforce the framework of our matrix; it perpetuates it’s own construct to insure it’s own suvival. it seems deliciously clear that the questioner cannot ask its constructor to tell him the truth. for the truth would mean the destruction of the biological framework which is ourself. so that being the first […]

the vast expanse of summer yeilds fields of color that blind the senses with the glory of fragance the spendor of beauty overwhelmed by it all the flower that blossoms in the winter of dispair overwhlems them all

sitting alone on the hilltop the city cries. in the distance, birds fly freely the wildflower wilts. children play on old swing sets the old are buried in coffins the sun outshines the wind the ocean drinks the earth what if we celebrated death and mourn the the birth of ignorance.

the depths o the ocean shallow to the essence of being the scroching sun lacks the warm of your beauty the emptiness of space is within reach of your imagintion the emptiness of truth lacks any you.