If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wolfram Tunes Generator
The Tune Generator is an online synthesizer that anyone can easily use to create musical compositions. Click here to be directed to the Wolfram Tune Generator page:
http://tones.wolfram.com/gen/G621JNAxT3F3tOIMz19NkqFsIuPiWEwedmz18bhHbERzP
http://tones.wolfram.com/gen/G621JNAxT3F3tOIMz19NkqFsIuPiWEwedmz18bhHbERzP
Monday, July 07, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Faith's Compass
Between the jaggedstraights of reason and the sweltering swamps of fear lie faith and spirituality;
My ship shatters on the sharp, ragged rocks of reason;
My foot falters in the sweltering swamps of fear
In between these dwells faith in balance
Avoiding excess of emotion and surplus of cynicism.
Spirituality is the compass
To hold center knowing what is essential in the heart of faith.
(Poem based upon an original idea communicated on telephone by Alan Kleiner on 07-01-08.)
My ship shatters on the sharp, ragged rocks of reason;
My foot falters in the sweltering swamps of fear
In between these dwells faith in balance
Avoiding excess of emotion and surplus of cynicism.
Spirituality is the compass
To hold center knowing what is essential in the heart of faith.
(Poem based upon an original idea communicated on telephone by Alan Kleiner on 07-01-08.)
Monday, June 09, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Corporate America Embraces the Bhagavad-Gita
"Not surprised," said R .Juna. "It's all about 'bhagavad bux' and besides, with Hinduism the customer gets every other religion including atheism, all at the same cost!" intoned Harry K. dreamily. "More bangha for the buckha!!" :)
check it out and read all about it at: http://bhagavad-america.blogspot.com/
check it out and read all about it at: http://bhagavad-america.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Dead Sea Scrolls
A little story is required with this photo! While listening to unreleased Crunchkin "Blue Spruce" recording, the book you see in the middle of this photo was found floating in my bath (hence the candle and you can see the plug, etc. ). Now this would not be as strange were it not for the fact that I had just poured a great deal of dead sea salts from Tel Aviz, Israel into the bathwater, and oddly enough the water somehow attracted this book (Penguin edition of Dead Sea Scrolls) to fall in the water. Wierd, eh?
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Mighty Fortress is Our God
A Great Summit of Vocal Performance by Steve Green! Enjoy. (click on the the title above)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
As gnats do multiply on brackish waters
So do worries number without her arms;
Thoughts peck into coiled gray matter
To aggravate the burden of this fleshly matter;
I would cast its dull carcass to the ground
And learn whether spirits fly!
But dust outwits time’s debate
And as it was before shall once again be
On its cruel white watch the moon yet spins
And tugs water’s dark waves beneath me
Leaden sleep lulls my fingers down
words escape my pen
her eyes shine like shimmering stars in the blue night
and her face is fair
Edit me as you like
I shall never forget
The charmed hour before dawn
When poetry nudges her to speak.
So do worries number without her arms;
Thoughts peck into coiled gray matter
To aggravate the burden of this fleshly matter;
I would cast its dull carcass to the ground
And learn whether spirits fly!
But dust outwits time’s debate
And as it was before shall once again be
On its cruel white watch the moon yet spins
And tugs water’s dark waves beneath me
Leaden sleep lulls my fingers down
words escape my pen
her eyes shine like shimmering stars in the blue night
and her face is fair
Edit me as you like
I shall never forget
The charmed hour before dawn
When poetry nudges her to speak.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
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