Plenty Please is a post about nature, its cycles, and us. Where do we stand and how do we choose? The desire to resist change arises, it's common to us humans, with our feeble instincts, but ease and joy arise, when we let go. Can we let go and be a part of the cycle? Because there is no eternity.
A written work is an expression of experiences and insights. A form of art not created for the sake of artistic merit or for self-fulfilment, but art that is created for wellbeing, because it is naturally accompanied by it.
Are awards necessary? When the deserving are many what does an award help achieve? For nominees, it builds anticipation and doubt. For others it fuels aspiration. Maybe, we can roll up the red carpet and dance a little more freely. Let art be for the sake of art, and let those who receive something from the art support the artists.
Respect, Care and Include is the story of another book. A story based on three values that lead us on a path, which takes us back home. Home is where harmony resides. It’s up to us to walk this path. When and how we do it is our choice.
One way-One story, is the story of a book, one that we rarely hear. A story that contains the murmur of trees, the drone of machines, the smell of acid and bleach, the moistness of water, and the sighs of the planet.
When descriptors are erased, what we have is a set of common nouns -- nothing special about it. We don't have to live with the burden of special, if we don't wish to. There's freedom in that. To an ordinary year, of ordinary actions that won't wear us down. May all beings be happy.
Within the sound of silence, you discover truth, and within truth lay words that bring inspiration and joy. Sshh, just listen, with your senses, and use your words to create goodwill. For it's time to bid those harsh sounds goodbye.
Trees belong on our streets and in forests. They make great neighbours. Let's rest our tired backs on them. They won't complain and they will help lighten our care-wearied hearts.
She trembled is a post about the Earth and our dependence on it. It is a request to wake up and take notice. To pause heedless development, and the pursuit of un-grounded realities. It is a reminder to reciprocate. The sign is in the skies. God rests beneath our feet.
Human potential is incredible. This is exemplified by Sariputta and Mahamoggallana, the two chief disciples of Gautama Buddha. They directed their potential towards purity and goodness. I hoped to be inspired.
