you see how everybody is trying to get to the top, but i don’t know where the top is, if the universe is 14 billion years old, and if everyone traveled at the speed of light for that long, they still would not reach the top, because there are only sides, top implies bottom, bottom […]
in this photograph i learned three things: one, she is delicate, two, she is universal, three, we are all one flesh.
‘hey there, africa,’ i said. ‘hey there,’ she replied. i first saw her on the mountain top, carrying water on her head, now i see her in symbols, carrying words forward into space. like everything else i would experience in life, this one came with a love story, all my stories are love stories, all […]
I bought this painting after spending a day with Michael Phelps, in January, 2009, not long after the miracle his-hundred-thousandths-of-a-second gave us, for me this master plan of the universe, to put on the ultimate show, was a moment of global unity. except, of course, those monks getting chopped to pieces in Lhasa and other […]
it’s normal to perceive the universe in forms we humans can accommodate, where elephants are big creatures, and we, relatively small, but big at the same time, if we are staring at a twirling sparrow when asking the question. one day this painting stumbled into me, and i sat down on the steps, for perhaps […]
she was never going to leave me, and i was never going to leave her, she’s gone now, and i am too, lost, i mean, has anybody seen me? she wrote me a poem once, “Ghost dance and I am there, on the plains, as in my dreams, as i was, brown skin in sun, […]
the bird who woke me up this morning, was the same bird of my childhood, in whom i understood i was not alone in the world, and the world was inside me. though i am 53 now, the bird has lived on within me, migrated over worlds and time, to remind me she takes care […]
if you float around a lot, sooner or later you’ll end up in the north pacific gyre, where all the plastic trash of our human lives winds down, one might think this is a failure of some form, to have arrived in that vortex of garbage, but floating or not, disciplined or not, we end […]