Chocolate was my favorite flavor Tootsie Roll Pop. Cherry was my second. I don’t remember the first time I licked one. I must have gotten the candy at age five or six years old. Continue reading
Want to change the way you see?
Close your eyes. Take three full breaths.
Visualize a loving moment.
Stretch out the feeling.
Extend that feeling to the entire world when you open your eyes.
Do it until you do it!
– a student of Losang Samten. Tibetan Buddhist Monk
My greatest concern when I placed the political signs on my lawn was whether they would offend someone in my neighborhood. I live in a working class section of Pennsylvania, some 15 miles outside of Philadelphia. It was dependent on steel and manufacturing for many years but eventually saw a decline as jobs left the little borough of Conshohocken for elsewhere. Continue reading
Then it hit me. I could be contained within a cell in the depths of the earth in some far off country feeding on nothing but bread and water but still feel free. It all depends on the mind. Yes, it depends on the “control” of the mind. The ability to halt any and all negative thoughts as soon as they arise.
Hell, I don’t know where most of my thoughts come from . . . Do you?
At least, that is what I learned about my thoughts n my studies of Buddhism. I also learned in second grade that the true Kingdom of God was within.But you can’t think about it, you can’t read about if from a book. You just gotta “feel” it like, you were able to do and still can do when being child-like and as pure as you were as you were back in the tender years of your life.
Anyone could find freedom and the Kingdom of God by simply easing into the stillness, the silence that exists for us wherever we go whenever we want to go their.
Freedom of thoughts and desires with a compassionate love for all sentient beings outside of oneself is the ticket to Nirvana. I can reach paradise by simply halting my ego’s grasp on my “mind made-up world” that’s really just an illusion and simply “be.”
Yes, be in the freedom of the present moment. Right now.
Right as I type these letters making up these words on this make-believe page in front of me. Right now from my home in Conshohocken, PA, as I sip my coffee and recall a wonderful song bird who had greeted me with his chirping as I fed his flock outside the house.
Heaven on Earth. The Pure land for the pure of heart without the thoughts and desires of the United States, the European Union or the USSR. They’re all made up really. They are labels we give to guide us in our waking hours to keep our minds busy and on track to what we believe are the important things in life.
Today, people of all lands and all religious beliefs can find their freedom by simply foregoing their small selves and tapping into that free self, the true self inside.
Dear Mr. Trump,
I never felt “weak” when I started feeling the rage that grew in me from Post-Traumatic Stress following 25 years after leading an infantry platoon in Vietnam. Continue reading
My Uncle Mike was a grizzly white haired Greek who spoke little to no English when my father invited him to stay in our house in North Philadelphia. I don’t know if he really was a blood relative, but he was one of the meanest mother-humpers I had ever come into contact with as a child. Continue reading
If I had a magic wand I’d wave it all over my body, magically ordering it to relax and begin to accept all the good and the bad life has to throw at me
I would want to treat it all with equanimity. Continue reading