Title: My Dharma is My Protest—A Shout from the Mountain
I will not apologize if I begin to sound radical or political in my reflections—this is my truth. It is in the sharing of my thoughts and feelings about my life that I am beginning to understand, if not fully accept, my humble place in the vast scheme of things happening around me. I feel responsible for sounding it out.
I am going to start shouting from the top of the Mountain:
"Let My People Go!"
I am operating at a higher frequency, from a different—perhaps elevated—Dharma Position. I’m dancing to a new rhythm, and my heartbeat has slowed to ride this wild horse of a spiritual awakening. I am shifting gears, spinning my wheels at a pace whose meaning I do not yet fully grasp—but I am aware, filing each moment away as mental formations in the continuum of past, present, and future.
I have walked my path—and it has been a pathless path.
Thank you, Alan Watts, my Guru, my Mentor, my Friend.
The day I stumbled upon your book The Way of Zen—shelving books at the UW-Green Bay Library during my work-study job—it was as if the Universe threw me a lifeline. It found me off course but redirected me homeward bound.
"Home, where my thoughts are escaping, where my music’s playing...
Where my love lies silently for you."
The World is Bleeding
Danny Haiphong and George Galloway have warned us: World War III is on the horizon. The rest of the world must wake up. If not for ourselves, then at least for our children. Look at Gaza. Look at the suffering. I’ve seen too many horrifying images to count. I’ve grown comfortably numb with sorrow, and yet—I must keep moving.
Yes, I will speak out.
Yes, I will write.
Yes, I will bear witness.
Where is our humanity? When did we trade compassion for calculated death? A sniper pulls the trigger, and a child's head is removed from the world. One life is erased, and elsewhere, a child is born. And we call this life?
Kawabanga! Hallelujah! Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherf*er!**
I screamed in anguish.
I whisper in prayer.
I record. I remember.
The Art of Living (With the Divine as My Guide)
Here I am, blogging with binaural beats in the background. No, it’s not a “career.” But it’s what I have. I won’t complain—too much. I know God despises constant whining. So I strive to be grateful. I know that if I were ever “blessed” with too much, I wouldn't know what to do with it. Alhamdulillah Ya Rab! I am Your humble servant. I am Your witness. My life is my karma yoga—my amal jariah, good deeds offered in Your name.
I’m no mystic. No yogi.
I am just a man.
Trying to keep his own soul covered from harm.
Dreams and Nightmares
Cling to a dream too long, and it curdles into a nightmare. You’ll claw at the walls trying to free yourself from the weight of your own mind. But being who I am, I’ll continue entertaining those nightmares until they transform back into dreams. That’s the nature of this dance.
With eyes of Right Understanding, I’m learning to discern what is real and what is not. Simple, yes. But not easy. My ego, my shadow—it clings. As long as I seek the light, it follows. But if I accept the light… if I stop seeking and just become… then maybe, just maybe, I’ll find peace.
The Cow in Me (Confession as Liberation)
Yes, I still chew my food an hour later.
Yes, I disgust my sisters with my cow-like contentment.
But it's my way—one of my quirks, my human stains.
We all have them.
But we also carry gifts.
The Balance of Existence
Light and dark.
Positive and negative.
Two sides of one coin.
I have no interest in chasing metaphysical definitions—I live the equation. I am not here to comprehend the essence. I am here to fulfill it. To make it happen. Like I’m doing now.
This is My Healing
To tell my story—again and again—until it heals.
This is the Art of Living. This is Sadhana. This is witnessing. This is awakening.
This is my practice, my prayer, my protest, my surrender.
Kun Faya Kun—He says Be! and it Is.
That’s it. That’s the mystery and the answer all in one.
Omniscient. Omnipresent. All-Powerful.
He is the air I breathe and the sandals I wear.
He is the One who walks beside me…
to the fisherman’s market.
And I?
I am the happiest Soul in the Universe.
Just me and my shadow.
Dancing in the light.
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