I do not wish to burden you
I only wish you would enjoy this
This part of me that wants to meet you
I do not wish to burden you
I do not wish to waste your precious time
But to give you some of mine
My precious time is a gift for you
I have pruned my bonsai
I have watered the lily
I have blossom the lotus from the mud
Won’t you give me time to bud and bloom
To root and exude Bloom Flower Flower Bloom!
Flower! Just your own Flower! Bloom
Petal by petal! Know how to nourish, know how to bloom
The world wants you
I want you, and your only desire is your self
Stop peddling silly stuff
Stop wasting silly time
Get pen to the paper- write
Cut things open expose reveal
Shape sculpt see the real
Material Material Make Dreams Material
Bring dreams into waking Flower Flower Bloom

Time for Art

When you’re a painter you paint with the ease of morning glories opening in the morning.
There is something elemental to effortless art. Maybe there is no such thing, maybe everyone struggles to be born and to give birth. What makes an artist though? I have studied their ways and paths looking for clues. Too often we afford powerful artists super-human honor. It seems they are gifted with brilliant ideas and skilled with handling matter while the rest of us exist on a mundane plane of earthly existence. In some ways this is true, there is a Magician’s mastery that artists possess. But it is not a exclusive power, as we can see in all cultures, art can happen anywhere. I think it comes down to a spiritual choice to make art and not waste energy on petty hold ups. So in a sense, it is sacrifice that allows art to happen. For example, time, I have been meaning to sit down and write for the past week and only now have I sacrificed the time to do it! Artists step aside of accessory impediments to allow the creative to flow! In that way the artist is mystic, the mystic is artist.
Art is a verb. And living is an art. Everyday we should savor the aesthetic experience of life. However the human race unanimously agrees that something special occurs by creating, that it is a special attribute of ourselves.

CG Jung was interested in Active Imagination. He pioneered the technique (which was an intuitive urge to create) as a means for healing his soul, overcoming fear and beginning to enjoy life again.

Tonight I’m going to see Philip Taafe speak at the Rubin Museum with a Jungian psychologist tonight. It is part of their Red Book Dialogues, the large, red bound illuminated journal that Jung compiled of his dropping into his imagination. It is penned in calligraphy in both Latin and German and bears the sensation of his own Bible.

I have always adored the experience of visiting artist’s studios—there is always a fresh feeling in there, something electric. And it makes it real, it connects the dots of what goes on between the human being as person and the works that get displayed. The Red Book exhibit is like this—you see Jung’s desk and his drafts and finished work is hung on the walls. It’s amazing how committing to your imagination, to giving birth to your creativity through the sacrifices of other involvements, can bring works that defy the transitory nature of time.

Letter to Brandon

... Yes, enlightenment is imminent! Summer at the Ashram rejuvenated my joy d'vivre and curiosity about life. Feeling wild and free and happy to be taking part in New York, but with less needs and desires now for NY to fulfill me-- happy to be here for the day to day, accepting the amount of a day as perfect and not craving MORE. Because that's how city became a demon, roaring and overwhelming. Now I feel I am riding the demon happily; grabbed on to a spike of its spine, near the tail, simply enjoying the ride. If I meet someone fabulous then fabulous; if I am bored then I am bored and I would be so anywhere else, so no use trying to change it. I think 'boredom', our modern word for 'space', is natural and necessary. By re-defining it outside the boredom/stimulation binary, seeing that life is a steady current of experiences and transitions, there is a subtle shift.

The idea that enlightenment is a summit to be striven for is an introductory symbol. Really we are always in Nirvana, there is no mountain top to reach up to with effort, but practice to release the thinking and conditioning that clouds us over. By simply enjoying life, pretending we are enlightened, practicing the posture of enlightenment, we reattune ourselves with our basic goodness. The posture of enlightenment is just sitting-- or for Jesus, hanging(!), and enjoying! How do you say "Enjoy" in french? Like when we serve a meal and say "Enjoy" in the same tone as we say "Bon Appetite".. "Enjoying" --That's my story and I'm sticking to it...