Sometimes it takes the small talk of a friend to open up the door of our minds. It was 30 years ago when I went to one of my jewelers to pick up a new creation. “Hello. How are you?,” I always began. “Oh, I’m great,” was always the answer. After some chit chat the… Continue reading Are we real?
We are all self-made. The people and objects that surround us are a direct consequence of the thoughts we have harbored in our minds. When I think of my world, I attribute it to concentrating on the present and the future instead of peering back at my misfortunes and mistakes. I try not to spend… Continue reading Avoid Looking Over Your Shoulder
When you hold a sheet of paper in your hands, do you know that you are also holding the sun?Along with the tree that produced the paper, you are also holding the rain, the wind, and even the sun. The paper would not exist without the tree. The tree would not exist without the rain,… Continue reading Holding the Universe in Your Hands
It was on the back porch that Tony and I discovered the secrets of the universe. We were never bothered by the hot rays of the afternoon sun, or the hardness of the concrete steps that flaked of worn, gray paint. A robin chirped happily in the tree above us. Tony played drums and I… Continue reading The Speck of Dust
Where does a tree begin? Does it start at the top? Or could that be the end? Perhaps it's the leaf That drinks the sun But if there were no light The tree would be none Branches twist out With dangling limbs But I still do not know Where a tree begins Is it the… Continue reading Where Does a Tree Begin?
I jumped off the bus onto a mustard hotdog that someone dropped in the parking lot of the Orange County fair. It wasn’t the most pleasant way to begin the day, but the salty ocean breeze of Southern California flowed fresh into my nostrils and purified the smell of Budweiser and stale urine from the… Continue reading Amazing Alexandra
Today I was strolling beside a brick wall when I noticed a lizard sunbathing on the top stone. He jerked his head sharply to the side to focus a single eye on me, the intruder. The scaled creature stared at me in a frozen state. A metallic patch of shiny blue shone from underneath… Continue reading The Lizard (What happened?)
I do not need to see my blood To know that I am real My pulse beats strong inside my palm How wonderful I feel I breathe the breath of life So deep inside my lungs As I gaze into the splendor Into God’s world I plunge ©2002 by Diamond Mike Watson
Have you ever been asked about your favorite color? Were you quick to give an answer? When one declares their color of choice I usually wonder in what context they admire it. How long could you remain alone in a room, surrounded completely from ceiling to floor, with nothing except the color of red? What… Continue reading Nothing Exists by Itself