Experience Junky

“Thinking neither good nor evil, what was your original nature before your parents were born?” - Zen master

He's broiling on the balcony of his tree house. Getting down and dirty after years away from the word machine. Covered in construction dust and needing oil it’s a small portable piece of heavy dangerous equipment, capable of knocking things down, turning things over, spinning down the days.

He's zooming through life’s magical mystical tour. It’s not the answers you need to know, it’s the questions you need to ask.

Part of him is a peripatetic traveler in the moment, the other part is a journalist with a photographer's eye and the balls of an actor. A mad scribbling poet. He's lucky to get it down and make sense of it later.

He's a mirror rolled into his portable machine sitting in the mandala of his labyrinth. Labrys, from the Greek for a two headed axe. Writing with passion and vision, his mirror reflects everything with confidence and self reliant authenticity.

He's been exploring scattered, fragmentary elements of human diversity reflecting their language, culture, lives and attitudes. He absorbs their being; anger, jealousy, ignorance, desire, fear and suffering. He accepts their illusions, wishes, values, joy, belief systems and dream projected perceptions on his dust free mirror.

He evolved into twilight, past sunsets into new dawns, from old relationships to new friendships. He seeks emotional strength, trust, beauty, wisdom, peace and love.

He experiences forgiveness with emotional honesty. He's tired of beating himself up. He can spell the words limitations, boundaries, vulnerability and creativity in multiple languages.

He's an experience junky.