I was clueless how long it has been since my last post, my old computer died, couldn't find my password till today. I knew my password would show up, things suspected lost usually do when the time is right.

Consciousness Imagine for just one moment Everything is conscious Consciousness is everything A rock A tree A bird A honey bee The Universe You and me Everything is conscious Consciousness is everything

Who are these people who teach the facts of life The scholars professors parental types who make unknown sacrifice passing along distorted wisdom posed by others unknown living inside gated prisons called

Feeling early morning sun rays breezes flowing through the trees it comes to mind how seductive the want can be those hopes I live with in home of the brave land of the free Without warning pleasant thought

When will we begin to look When will we begin to see The dastardly deeds being perpetrated Against you and me I posted the following as a reply to a friend on another site I view regularly. A question

Simple World In a simpler world Not having to think about the complexities More or less Just existing As a rock or piece of coal Perhaps One more elaborate A precious metal A gemstone A sentient ornament

I watch the markets, crop harvests, a changing climate, politics and Heretics. The path we take, the way we walk, the things we say, and how we talk, the way we treat our fellow man, those who legislate

I can remember clearly as a child, laying on the grass during summer nights, staring at the Universe while considering many possibilities. Questioning what all I could see meant to me, wanting to know,

I ask myself a ton of questions, the usual: Who am I? What am I? What is my purpose? What comes next? When I stepped through the door of the AA707 that delivered me to Da Nang Airfield in 1970, I was blasted

The poem that follows these next few paragraphs is one of the ways I have chosen to say thank you and show my appreciation for some very important people in my life. The whole other gender offers a ton

Life tends to throw curves. I think most of us throw our own curves then run lickty-split and try to hit them. Problem is, too many of us can throw ourselves a mean curve, the unhittable type, the kind

Because I am Yet Live as I am not Within the conflict of separation Misconceptions Driven deep within The darkness of misdirection Innocent misdirection Yet Live in denial of my actions And choices All

I The great creator of Endless questions Try To find the answers must one die Only to be born again Then try

I cannot stop thinking and writing about a population of people I know exist that hover under the cover of darkness and make decisions that effect the entire population of the world in very destructive

I have spent many hours attempting to discover what my role is regarding the current state of our world. We all play a role regardless of whether we are willing to accept our responsibility or not. For

I have worked to form a habit to start every day with a "thank you" for whatever is to come. From early on in life to the present I have been confused by the concept of saying thank you in advance.

In years past I gave very little thought to the ego I now know has been in control of my life. I have never hesitated to point my finger at another that I was certain lived in an egoic state but rarely,

I make genuine effort to not pass judgement on or criticize others. There is nothing easy about honoring my want or commitment in this judgemental, criticizing world. There are fingers pointing in all

One of my favorite characteristics is that I am not a quitter. That does not mean that I never quit or never abandon a project or that I see every activity/adventure to its end. What it means is that I

I carry on a lot of internal dialog with me, myself, and I that I am reasonably confident is supported via essence that is not always front and center evident to me. I would not label my confidence to