"Thought the storm we prevailed."

 

For only I know who it was to...

All
around
my
orbit


she
does
not
rotate.

A
pure
shame
for
the
science
in
me.

The secret to Spirituality

cookies
after
zazen:

like
Heaven

only
in
our

religion.

My poem about Zen Practice:

I 

confuse

myself

when

I 

don't 

realize

that 

the

suffering

of my

life

is

something

I

am

constantly

searching

for.

Review of my walk home after getting my paintings from the Holocene show:

Gathered up the paintings pretty quickly, took out the push pins and began my 20 block walk back to Dharma Rain Zen Center. Walking in the drizzle listening to the same two Billy Joel songs: Pressure and Movin' out; I felt extremely lucky to be creating, having a show, walking in the rain, not selling...There is something so simple in not getting what you thought you might, in failing, in bowing to struggle. I am a lucky man, indeed.

The show in Montana that i was part of:

http://www.thebrinkgallery.com/shows/curator-kerri-rosenstein/

Poem: On not knowing who you are...

There
are
no pictures
or
drawings
that
can
actually
describe
the
feeling
of
not
knowing
who
you
are.