Home, home on the range


There is a difference between having “no rules”




The essence of traveling this boundary

is exploring substance


than defining



… git along little doggies…

on the frontiers






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I visually see with my eyes.

I view the world around me and decipher

the meaning of what I see.


I can view what others see


I will never see

my own eyes



just because

I think

I do


This is a fine puzzle.  In a flash of insight I understood it … but then I’d lose it.

I took my bike out for the first time this season after cleaning and oiling the chain. I was being cautious checking out how the gears had handled storage and neglect, but I was glad to be away from my computer, as I wound my way through a wooded path along the river.

Thoughts of the puzzle returned as I rode along.  I couldn’t disregard it. My sixth sense was holding on for further observation. How did it fit in? Did it fit in? Was it just nonsense?

I’ve been learning to float along with this sixth sense, in an ongoing dialogue that inserts itself now and again, apart from my own referenced musings.

I know a dialogue is technically considered a conversation but I still regard these out of my usual context insights as a dialogue because they prompt a reciprocal response on my part.

So… as I’m riding along the trail, I become aware that….I do think I am seeing my own eyes seeing. It is happening right now! I am clearly experiencing seeing my own eyes seeing.

It is a normal sensation. Very normal, and I check all the mental parameters. But since it has been posed as a puzzle I am challenged to see where this leads.

Then I understood.

By experiencing seeing myself seeing, even from the inside, I was observing myself. Quantum physics tells us that there is no such thing as an observer.

Even of our own self, I wonder?

What if I shift my perception and….engage? Fully. No filters. No verb tenses, past, present, future. No self reflection. So I did.

Be the verb… and I realize this is a visceral way of experiencing the world I am also familiar with. We all are… particularly when surrounded by the beauty of Nature or in new cultural surroundings. When experiencing speed or other physical sensations that require body awareness.  In practiced stillness. In the artistic zone.

We call it peak experience when this way of perceiving knocks us out of our habitual physical perception.

The shift in perception was immediate. It extended to others I passed as well…an easy smile, a relaxation in body language, an openness.

This physically engaged way of perceiving automatically begets a shared experience and I remembered this has been true on every other similar occasion when directly engaging.

Am I able to maintain this perception?  It comes and goes but, with practice, it is becoming easier to recognize and switch. And now with answering this puzzle, I have an experiential touchstone.




Scanned Image


it was easy giving up god-ness

once it was explained


first you told me

there are no chosen ones

if you understand

there is no end

there was no beginning

we all are equal

in this moment


which took me off the hook


then you said 

get over naming me

it can’t be done

 love is a verb

so just stop trying.

Be a verb



so I uncluttered my altar

but you say that prayer is still important

and I’m left wondering what this means


then the flowers and the bees

shared their intelligence

and told me it’s no secret that

the singularity

of the velocity and structure of light

is more

than I’ve ever

allowed imagining


sin·gu·lar·i·ty n
a point at which a complex function is undefined because it is neither differentiable nor single-valued while the function is defined in every neighborhood of the point.
Also called singular point

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