Tradition

Anton Bruckner, despite his many strange mannerisms and eccentric habits, was persuaded to teach a three-year course on composing classical music to an assembly of his admirers. When the long curriculum was finally completed, he turned to his students:

“There is no doubt that If you write music in this way, you will surely create great masterpieces. There is no doubt you will more than equal anyone who came before…..” He hesitated then shrugged. “Personally, I do it very differently.”

UNTITLED

I dreamed being

Vanished,

living



Infinite
Pure
Radiant
Expanse

Empty Awareness.


Ah


A slight stirring within

Then a gathering billow of white cloud,


As sun emerging light;
I glow on its rim



Shining there
In love

As consciousness -

Light emerging in every glance, scent, taste
In every touch.

Poem

Without words,
The faint snow mountains and fragrant pines
Call.

Without light,
The black night sky
Dreams.

Thus we know
And speak with the living and the dead,
Held in their hidden love.