The following is the story of my first encounter with the Iranian Revolution of the late 1970's. The events depicted are true. Prior to these events I had no association or knowledge of Iran or its people. Since that day, I am surrounded by the history and human drama stemming from this watershed moment. Watching…
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…
From the fountain of Persian songs, the sweet water flows bitter, and full of sadness. Poisoned by piety - Restricted by ignorance - Waiting to flow freely - Pregnant with Grace.
For my friends in Iran: Your unbearable sorrow touches God's heart. Your supreme joy makes God smile back at You. The savages hate this; their fear betrays them. Your courage smiles with infinite joy.
Life's Mystic Power Subtle and Mysterious; Mystic, Is Life's Power Beyond our Sheep-Human, So-Called, Intelligence. Knowing Reveals Limitations, Understanding, Potential. Ever Guided, our Stream Flows, Unconscious.
Time is another name for God The days and years, our allies. The cosmic Process, Power, Of and beyond Us, Takes all of Us; Has its Way. We know elusive Time Is Always
In the Moment "Life at each moment encompasses the body and mind and the self and environment of all sentient beings..as well as all insentient beings in the three thousand realms, including plants, sky, earth, and even the minutest particles of dust. Life at each moment permeates the entire realm of phenomena and is revealed…
In the Moment Let us see if we – can Be In the Moment. Abiding Patiently; Listening The Flame growing louder In Silence What can We hear, With mortal ear?
Some Short Songs for Illumination: Convinced the colorful hummingbirds carry spirit messages from god, We listen attentively Flowing In and Flowing Out Awareness in a Moment All around us, light abundant All within, the generating flame The Wave rears up, reaching toward heaven The Ocean's vortex energy surrounds the empty moment, the silent Eye …
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?…
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