My morning starts like this. I usually wake up at 630 am and lay in bed with my cell and watch a video about nonduality. Sometimes its Tony Parsons or Mooji, or Rupert Spira. Most often I will hear a new

I sometimes notice how I can repeate behaviors in my life. So an issue came up and this time I handled it differently. This is a little summary of what I did. Do you have a problem, a story, some drama

The rain falls down upon the black, dark black road. Cars roll across sounding like ocean waves. The lights illuminate the buildings, the street smells of chocolate from the local market. I see the doors

Over the years I have been studying nonduality. Its the seeing of life as ONE. I have had moments of grand awareness, and other moments of despair and human feelings. The humanistic feelings never go away,

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I wrote 4 volumes of zines about an awakened being named Bug Jello. I am going to do a reading of these zines at a local bookstore in Jan. To accompany the readings, I wrote music. This is the song for

A Dog Bowl I could stare at it for hours just sitting there a brown bowl holding onto the concrete its brown brown shines from the image i dont have to think brown it just happens one minute there is a

Took this with my cell phone and added some filter to it. The cans are new but have an old look to them. They look so natural and warming on the counter.

She stood on the porch a young girl, maybe 9 holding up overhead a handmade sign neon pink with black lettering reading “SMOKE EM” This house she stood on the porch sits on the edge of an intersection

I went into the Amish market and recorded the sounds of breakfast around the market. I left the zoom recorder on the edge of the countertop and just ate breakfast capturing all sound. Later in the studio

Get your teacup ready. Is it warm? Is it next to you? Ok now get a blanket and sit and read this slowly. Let it be taken in. Each line is a rich exploration. Don't read it to finish but rather read it

I sit at bench feeling the warm cup of coffee and look out the window at the busy street. As I get older I am seeing life not as a story with characters but more so in a different way. Its almost like

Someone got an email I just sent it Didn't want to But it was full of so much hate and anger It was eating at me Just sitting in my inbox Knowing the right moment will be there to deliver this gem for

As a solo musician I find myself very in very vulnerable moments in life. I play guitar and sing at over 45 senior homes a month. I play in front of almost 500 people a month for 45 hours. This takes a

I sit to read steemit. Just as my record ends I hear the needle arm pick up and move It's a sad sound It happens just as the coffee pot whistles I walk across the floor Mystery moves all of this... always.

So for about 4 years I have been feeling nausea. Its just been a slight sickness. It would appear in the winter mostly and fade off by spring. I would combat it by drinking coke and herbal teas. Over time

I have been visiting some different art clubs in Baltimore. In my adventures, I have discovered two more great ways to communicate and share art. I have found zines and experimental music. The music appeared

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Problems Don't jump into trying to fix problems Let them play out and fade into the night Don't talk about them, share them Focus instead on what is here What is here?? a divine space Watch how this simple

Music Watch a needle sit on a record album and spin The waves of imprinted sound play out... up... over... in Washing over the room Sit and listen Where do the notes land? Feel them land upon Presence,