The hour is striking so close above me,
So clear and sharp,
That all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: There’s a power in me
To grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real
Without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
And they come towards me, to meet and be met.

No thing is too small for me to cherish
And paint in gold, as if it were an icon
That could bless us,
Though I’ll not know who else among us
Will feel this blessi… Continue

Marketing Evolution

Late 19th and 20th century’s business attitude completely undermined the role of the customer. This was as a result of producers’ ability (success) to sell whatever goods or services they produced. It was an era perpetrated by the lack of mass industrial production of goods and services. When manufacturers started facing competition, they suddenly realized that their success in business depended not only on what they produced but on how to sell it. It was at this time that t… Continue

But the effect of society is not only to funnel fictions into our consciousness, but also to prevent the awareness of reality. . .
Every society, by it own practice of living and by the mode of relatedness, of feeling and perceiving, develops a system of categories which determines the form of awareness. This system works, as it were, like a socially conditioned filter; experience cannot enter awareness unless it can penetrate this filter. . . I am aware of all my feelings and thoughts whi… Continue

We are supposedly living in the same world, but who can tell the thing we popularly call a stone lying before this window is the same thing to all of us? According to the way we look at it, to some the stone ceases to be a stone, while to others it forever remains a worthless specimen of geological product. And this initial divergence of views calls forth an endless series of divergences later in our moral and spiritual lives. Just a little twisting, as it were, in our modes of thinking, a… Continue

No drives, no compulsions
No needs, no attractions
Then your affairs
Are under control
You are a free person.

Chuang Tzu wrote those thoughts in Chinese over 2300 years ago. The concept that less is more is now age thought at its finest. Just the idea that I could live without feeling the pressure of modern life is a goal worth achieving, for no other reason than to just be. I know I live in a free world or at least that’s what I have been educated to think; the definition of free… Continue

The mind is like a crystal ball with no color of its own. It is pure and perfect as it is. But as soon as it confronts the outside world it takes on all colors and forms of differentiation. This differentiation is in the outside world and the mind left to itself shows no change of any character. Now suppose the ball is placed against something altogether contrary to itself and so becomes a dark colored ball. However pure it may have been before, it’s now a dark colored ball and this color… Continue

Our faith comes in moments; our vice habitual. Yet there is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences. For this reason, the argument which is always forthcoming to silence those who conceive extraordinary hope of man, namely, the appeal to experience is for ever invalid and vain. We give up the past to the objector, and yet we hope. We must explain this hope. We grant than human life is mean; but how did we find out it… Continue

If nothing ever changed there would be no butterflies.

That thought has deep roots. Those roots are planted in action which is always constant. I change ever second as my consciousness blinks in and out of different realities. I travel through different mental enzymes to create as well as to experience physical manifestations. My non-physical consciousness creates clusters of awareness for me to experience. I put every person, place and thing in my daily focus, so I can continue t… Continue

The Funny Thing Is . . .

When I want to leave
You hold my feet and won’t let me go
You steal my heart,
And sit on top of it.

Because of the secret You whispered,
And the moon You revealed,
Love’s wind whirls in my head
And my heart loses its hands and feet.

You pass many nights in vigil,
And soar across this sky-dome with the wings of fasting,
In love with flight.

You saw me lost, waving and crying,
And said “I am the guide.
I’ll show you the road
For which you have been searching.”

I… Continue

While evidence of our intellectual and technological genius is all around us, there is growing concern that in other ways we have seriously underestimated ourselves. In part because of the blinding brilliance of our technological triumphs, we have distracted and dissociated ourselves from our inner world, sought outside for answers that can only be found within, denied the subjective and the sacred, overlooked latent capacities of mind, imperiled our planet and lived in a collective trance… Continue