A hundred dollar bill lay on the carpet floor of a yellow cab, & I was the only one who saw it. I bent to pick it up & put it in my pocket. At home, I took it out--it…
View writingUnderneath the visible are storylines, a dream we share. That dream is made up of stories. Most of those stories are unconscious. The meaning that lies underneath the words we use is mostly unknown. The words we use like spells…
View writingI have seen peace, it was there in the cardboard boxes in the lobby of The Friend's School at 16th Street & Valencia. I was helping a friend drop off food supplies,-- rice, barley, lentils, spaghetti, tomato sauce, coffee, tea,…
View writingeach life, a thought that pops up in the Vast Mind of Creation, like a seedling, or a word,-- a world of seeds & words
View writingIt used to rain a lot more than it does now. Rain poured & poured from the heavens like Niagra Falls. Not wanting to miss anything, I used to run out into the rain to walk along Fort Point, under…
View writingDo I even know what peace is? Or do I even know what the opposite of peace is? War? Hostility? all I can think of is the little community I live in, the Greenbrae Boardwalk, a 1/3 mile long elevated…
View writingEach time I looked back in time to the dawn of my adulthood, I cringed. What I saw were memories of mistakes, a solid wall of screaming regrets for those mistakes. How could I have chosen so poorly? Why didn't…
View writingSo the Princess knew that beauty is not enough, her social and financial status notwithstanding, and like the Buddha centuries before her time , she left her safe soft life with one goal in mind: to ease the suffering of…
View writingFashion week. Nicole took her place in the line-up hoping she was standing behind the correct girl in an order that had changed ten times in the past hour. Shows were chaos the girls said, but this one the worst.…
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