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Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…
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Rameses B – Review of Reborn
I first learned of Rameses B while browsing Indiegogo for music and film projects. After listening to a sample track, I knew this was the music I needed to contribute to and support. The result of this campaign is the album “Reborn“, and it was worth the wait. The layers of multiple instruments present here,…
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Poem – Beyond These Eyes
Past physical limits. Out of fingertips reach. With eyes closed the world opens unto itself, consumes itself until the ground beneath feet is gone and we stand in the vast emptiness the space, black with eyes open, yet filled with light when closed and walk upon vibrating building blocks toward the middle.
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Empty Field Dharma Resources
I have read many books, different views, and different schools of thought. Everything I study now is focused on Japanese and Tibetan Buddhism, which have slightly varied paths, for lack of a better word. When I read and think about each, the Japanese makes more sense and resonates deeper within. 1. Tibetan Buddhism Mahayana –…
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New Project – Empty Field Dharma
I have started a new site dedicated to information and discussion around the Empty Field Dharma. The concept of an Empty Field is derived from Zen Master Hongzhi from the book “Cultivating the Empty Field” and the Soto Zen school of Buddhism. I have read many books, different views, and different schools of thought. Everything…
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Poem – Daily Observations from Lutsen, MN
Daily observations from Lutsen, MN #1 Rocky shoreline, we walked with Leroy following closely behind, grows when the sun sets and the superior water becomes frozen and black. #2 Across the blackness there is space, inhabited, desolate, empty – except today when I see each stone and each snowflake. #3 Starlight from galaxies is ancient,…
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Poem – Where is the Path?
The burning city settles below the horizon as evening darkens trees and empty streets. ~ Lost into haze I let go and allow instincts to guide me through each day, unaware of each step and each mile that passes, I arrive and I leave this space. ~ I see black shadows across the ceiling, in…
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Relatedness
I came across this photo on Facebook and cannot help but be mesmerized by their faces and everything it symbolizes. These are Japanese Macaque, also called Snow Monkeys. They appear to be in a hot spring, possibly in Japan. I find it impossible to look at this, their face, expressions, and not know we are…
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What Exists Between each Breath
Spending the day home from work with a massive headache, most of it was spent sleeping. Now that it has passed and I feel more normal (a very loose definition), I sit in silence, thinking about the time that has passed and where we go from here. In the midst of obligations, timelines, deadlines, stress,…