Through radical openness we can consistently access sublime realizations, for aren’t they infused into every mundane/horrifying thing, just as they are into the glorious?  It isn’t a matter of constantly chasing the tail that is the perfect spiritual circumstance, but simply realizing that it’s all right here.  

Easier said than done. 😉

Language/code/brush strokes—constructions of The New—are conduits which give imagination solid form.  So whatever conduit you choose, honor it with discipline and effort.

Because maybe, just maybe, your newest effort will give birth to a paradigm shift—a real-life wellspring of wonder.

In the aspiration to improve ourselves, Existence will throw every kind of obstacle at us, and we are able to handle all of them.  From external misfortunes to our own simple laziness and complacency, we will face all of it, and in growing caliber.  I don’t believe in using anger and resentment to triumph, (though that is definitely a path I have taken), I believe in accepting these challenges with an avid exhilaration, for these trials are not to spite us, but to give us an opportunity to transcend, to become worthy of our own hero’s journey.

That journey is there for all of us.  All of the time.  Good luck with yours.

Oppression through the guise of rules/laws/society reaches back to the dawn of humanity, but just as far-reaching is humanity’s unstoppable drive to escape—to be free.  As we evolve in our efforts to defeat oppression, the beings we become in the process shine with ever-increasing light…

And the fact that we were always meant to be free will become awesomely self-evident.

Start with 50 words/day, 10 even.  Keep it steady and it will naturally become 100,500,1000…but the key is to start—and to keep it steady.

This isn’t just about writing.

The move toward complexity is a natural process of evolution/innovation.  To delve into that, to learn from it, to then turn around and reiterate it into simplicity…that is the divine quest we may very well have been made for.

Monks have known for awhile that whatever the activity may be, purity of concentration is inherently ecstatic.  So wherever you are, whatever you do, however much you like or don’t like what’s going on…

Focus.

The poetic ecstasy of life is not found in mastering structure for comfort’s sake so that one can stamp an action or form with the label of “proper.”  No, that exalted poetry is found when structure is used for the sake of illumination, to invoke that wild lift of spirit that invigorates—that INSPIRES.  To all the staid academics and officials who obsess over misplaced grammar, or the idea of perfect formal wear: 

You are seriously missing out.

In the absence of a clear-cut calling, practice being excellent at whatever is in front of you.  That way, when your calling appears, you will be properly trained.