Calligraphy - breath, pressure, line
Shadow of white butterfly
Voices ebb and flow
Fingernails trimmed
Share river
Floating world
Mercenary butterfly shadows
River language
Color zen
Create like a child
Less is more
Dream it
Feel it
Dance it
Live it
They were mute manifestations of silent inexpressible FEAR.
I was deep in a world of silence.
I appreciate yes.
It was subtle, clear and immediate. I learned valuable lessons.
Slowing down, meditation, awareness, solitude.
Yangon, Burma
Yes, most ignored me. They were too shy, shocked or mute.
Too lazy to take the pencil and scribble their frustration or FEAR.
I appreciate the value of silence now. More so than when I was afflicted. Being pure and radiant.
It is a blessing with gratitude and forgiveness.
A combination of no voice, no hearing is perfect in myriad ways.
It's real freedom.
Freedom is knowing how big your cage is.
Freedom is having no choice.
Freedom from need or a need for freedom.
Humans manifest their loneliness with silent tears.
They project their fear and defense mechanisms on others.
Where is meaning?
Meaning is MIA.
Where is the pure joy in being?
How or why isn't he talking?
Where did his voice go?
It joined other voices waiting for articulation.
There's a big power in speechlessness.
People should talk less and draw more.
Life is a dance.
The dancer and dance are one.
Yangon, Burma
The Temple of the Divine Madman
Bhutan
Druk Yul - Land of the Thunder Dragon
Keep it raw
Human flourishing
Eudaimonia
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Under this mask, another mask.
I will never be finished removing all these faces.
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Wandering river mystic wind
Rhythm of world
Dances
No fear
Expanding joy
Contentment
Laughter therapy
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Jump out of your skin
Backwards
Dream
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Mind-stream transmission
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
I’m broiling on the balcony of my Oregon tree house.
Getting down and dirty after 1,001 years away from the typewriter.
Covered in construction dust needing oil it’s a small portable dangerous machine. It’s capable of transforming life energies and weaving adventures. Threads follow the needle.
I am a peripatetic traveler, literary outlaw, photographer and journalist.
I’m lucky to get it down now and make sense of it later.
I’m a mirror in the mandala of my labyrinth. I am Labrys, from the Greek for a two-headed axe. I write with passion and vision. Short fast and deadly.
Punctuation is a nail.
My mirror reflects everything.
Beauty needs no tongue.
I’m confidant and self-reliant. I explore the human condition. Visual storytelling.
Human energies, frequencies and vibrations reflect languages, lives and attitudes.
I absorb being, joy, anger, jealousy, ignorance, desire, fear, greed, passion and suffering.
Hurl your thunderbolt unto death.
Meditate on the process of your death.
Suffering is an illusion.
The world is an illusion.
Grasping is suffering.
Values, attitudes, joy, belief systems and dreams evolve in my mirror.
Your mask eats your face.
My mirror is free of dust.
I evolve emotional trust, wisdom, peace and love with truth and compassion.
I experience forgiveness with emotional honesty.
Creativity dances in language.
These truths don’t surprise you after 1,001 years of wandering.
Everything you know is a lie.
Keep a diamond in your mind.
"We are like the spider. We weave our life and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream. This is true for the entire universe."
- Upanishad
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