An Outpost From A Complex World

When I first thought of the title "The Happiness Project ...or How to Save the Human Race," it was prompted by seeing a poster o...

A question that's been in the back of my mind in recent months concerns the difference between serious fun and having fun being serious...

You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness Have lain too long Facedown in igno...

A poem I wrote sometime in the '80s: The Illusion of Ice report: Life as a lake bridging shorelines STOP Fresh frozen notions we skate a...

This is not the post I've been working the last couple of days. But in a taped teisho on Sunday it was mentioned that, these days, we ...

I've always trusted in my own goodness. Trusted in the brightness of my own light. I've also trusted that people would see my goodne...

I'll be the first to admit I don't want the year to end on the tone of my last post. But I also feel the post was necessary for...

A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke My eyes already touch the sunny hill, going far ahead of the road I have begu...

I'm not sure that this post has anything to do with happiness or saving the human race, but since the comment I submitted has not been...

To preserve the sequence for individuals who have not read the recent comments at  Mining Aśvaghoṣa's Gold, I'm going to reproduce...