I Wish to Work Miracles

I wish to work miracles; - it may be that I shall possess less than other men of more peaceful lives, or than those who want to grow rich in a day.  I may live for a long time in great poverty, as always happens, and to all eternity will happen, to alchemists, the would-be…

The Region of the Unfathomable.

I. We youthful warriors walk into the mountains to conquer the highest peak, determined to challenge the world, .  We climb ever higher along  clear mountain streams, rapidly tumbling along the boulders in a never-ending flow behind and ahead – up and up to the tree-line of the high-sierra and beyond, far above the distant…

What Is This Man Thinking?

We had been fishing that morning, on a clear winter day in Southern California, at a beach near Malibu, 1975. I had caught a fish, and Sensei * helped me to reel it in. Our fishing group consisted of about fifteen people including Mrs. Ikeda and several Soka Gakkai leaders, all gathered together on the…

When I Died and Came Back

How many days, weeks or months are left me to tell this story of my meeting with death? Can it be done? Words cannot do justice or fully describe the encounter; and my meager skills as a writer may not be helpful to the attempt. And why should any attempt to describe death be made?…

What Are Angels?

Can you describe an angel?  What images come to mind?  Most readers will be able to conjure an image of an angel because the concept of an angel, or angels, or a host of angels – is so familiar in our culture. What does an angel look like?  What can angels do?  What is their…

The Jackass Hill Insane Asylum

This story was published in my first book, The Johari Mirror.   Please enjoy this humorous tale of a writer's conceit. To let the reader in on why I’m writing this, I’m old now and have realized that if a witness to certain lies and fantastic distortions does not try to correct them, then said witness…

A Strange Experience of Mentor and Disciple

"More things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy,"  In the writings of John Muir, America’s far-seeing prophet of environmental awareness, there is a marvelous tale of the mystical bond which links mentor and disciple across time and distance.  This story is so illustrative of this unmistakable but mysterious connection…

Hippies and High Tech

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been. – Grateful Dead, Truckin’ Just down the tree-lined street from where I write, over by the Veterans Administration (V.A.) Hospital of Menlo Park, California, is a dangerous blind curve marking…