What is your heart worth?What about your time?What holds your heart, holds your attention.What holds your attention, holds your time.What holds your time, holds your life.And if it's possessions that holds these things,It will demand it all.

Someone grabbed his coatAgain, he stops his journeyTo be there with her

I once took all my journalsfrom 3 years and burned themin a fire. Alone,watching the past disintegratereminded me of life and time. The presentis all I had. Time slowly burningaway each moment.

It’s the simple things in your life that make up the bulk of it. The mundane is where we live and we end up missing most of it. We find it again in the silence and in attention of everyday life.

What is it that is so interestingabout what's happening everywhere elsebut where you are?

I no longer pray,Nothing left ‘outside’ to pray to,Now I look insideInside - Haiku

Easter Contemplations It does not concern meIf this life is all I have.I do not need a resurrectionOr reincarnationOr to live with the gods. It is enough to liveWith you hereIn the days of your presence. When my breathesAre complete,Lay me by your sideIn the dust.As in life, so in death.Let us become oneWith each other again.

Be present to the people in frontof you from moment to moment.Electronics and technology have away of clouding our vision for the peoplesitting next to us. Uncloud your life, look around.Be present.

It is said of the Dalai Lama that when he stops to talk to you, for that moment, he makes you feel that you are the most important thing in his life, you have his full attention.