Mood Indigo
Somehow I “knew” him from that performance. Shaken and touched I went home and wrote this poem. It just poured into my mind with no editing.
Land of Sunshine
I was born in L.A., and, except for two years in foggy London town, grew up here. The light in L.A. is my definition of light: warm and diffuse, clear, direct and expansive. Sometimes the light is an amazing yellow grey in the afternoon, sometimes it is clear as if invisible.
Service
We thought it would be a good idea to send out periodic updates on important happenings around SMCLA – recent accomplishments, new initiatives, upcoming events, news from your Governing Council – basically, where we’ve been and where we’re headed, all reported in the present moment.
Eat, Meditate, Love
We were going to provide daily nutrition for people with AIDS. In 1990 it was all we could do to help the mostly young men that were dying. It was a terrifying epidemic with a 99% fatality rate. Death could come slow or fast but death always came.
Meeting the Teacher
There was a silence. Then someone else asked what a Shambhala Warrior was like. “Cheerful,” said CTR, and he paused for a moment, “But strange”. And then it was over.
