Already the horses have vanished.

Heroes hop around like toads,
mirrors live out the emptiness
because the party is happening somewhere else,
wherever we aren’t invited
and fights frame themselves in doorjambs.

That’s why this is the last call,
the tenth clear
ringing of my bell:
to the garden, comrade, to the pale lily;
to the apple tree, to the intransigent carnation,
to the fragrance of lemon blossoms,
and then to the ultimatums of war.

Ours is a lank country
and on the naked edge of her knife
our frail flag burns.

Watching as the smoke drift from your mouth
Into the void of open air
The coldness lascerating your flesh
Whipping alabaster pigmentation red
The touch of your face
The sensation of my hand as i warm you

Don’t be afraid of the photo stream More Here

Copied from the Daily show with John Stewart, moments of zen are just random things that catches my eyes throughout the vast desert of world internet culture from political humor to music for your pure enjoyment. Given the current economy, some boyfriends may not be able to get their special lady that diamond ring, a fancy car, or that house on a hill.  For those fellas who want her to know that she’s something real, here is a video to creating the best gift you can ever give at a low low price:

My Silence Cannot Be Bought

(1948 – February 12 2009)

Say Hello to Mr Orange

Enterance to the Radio room

Oreo sleeping

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An update from our last Zen; Playing for Change was featured on Bill Moyers.  Normally it isnt standard practice to repeat Zens unless they’re that good. Its obvious that this movement has touched a part of me in a way that inspires and comforts me, and I do hope that it has touched and even inspired you as well.  Here’s the video below which includes a rendition of One Love at the end.

Dedicated to the seven souls who dared to reach for the stars

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Quote of the moment:

“All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”
- T. E. Lawrence

I’ve recently fallen in love with the late 80s tv show Roseanne. I love how its the only television show thats really true to life. Even though I’m currently in season one, I skipped to the last episode (Into That Good Night) and was presented with what is not only the most successful creative coup in modern television, but a speech that put a lot of things into perspective for me.

After watching this, I not only decided to try and reach my full potential in life but to also know what I want out of this. This is why in a hazy stupor of emotions and marijuana smoke, I wrote my life goals.

-To write a book explaining my personality (I feel I should specify that I’ve had this idea for a while)
-To spend around five years in Africa as a foreign journalist
-To become a professional photographer in any way shape or form
-To publish my poems (at least one book worth)
-To have my own Wikipedia page
-To live life happier and more fulfilled than my parents
-To improve the lives of my kids by at least fifty percent
-To descend into old age being happy

Copied from the Daily show with John Stewart, moments of zhen are just random things that cross my mind throughout the vast desert of world culture which includes but is not limited to; humor, poems that arent mine, other blog posts, pictures and political substance. This instance I came across Playing for change; a group of artists and those inspired to connect the world through music and do the best thing music does which is help those throughout the world.

More information on Playing For Change and their Youtube Channel