The Magnificent Silence Between Thoughts

The silence between the bumps and burbles of our “monkey” mind’s endless river of thoughts contains the universe. We sometimes (but very rarely) feel its presence during meditation.

As we sit in our homes during this lockdown period, separated from all familiar routines, the stardust of our being is a little easier access.

On Growing Old and Dying

Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.

Portrait Of A Zen Master (not)

The combination of a man arguing with his wife and some chalk graffiti for the background makes something that wasn’t look plausible.

To be honest, I like this photograph but couldn’t think of a good reason to publish it. Hence the above weak words.

Touching God

I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.