His Happiness

Our Bliss
Never miss
Opportunities
Ever infinitely
Filling the emptiness
Between time-and Imagination
Righteous One
Savior of Self
Deep without
Doubt illusion-
Fear never helps
Compassion knows
No boundaries
In consciousness
Pure justice-
Simplicity within
Trust mutual
Transcendent respect
Decency shared-
Loving Life
Together

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Einstein: Manifest Reality

Einstein said, "Those who take everything with a grain of salt acquire a lot of salt.

Seeking to embrace the eternal nature of change is the manifestation of realizing spirit in harmony with Our perception. It is enlightenment of ideal nature within Our perceptive spiritual realities that constructs understanding-seeking without merely reflects Our ultimate search within.

Perfecting wisdom is applying this understanding to harmonize Life.

Understanding begins and ends in the Self. It is the realization of the illusion of separation. It is forgoing selfish desire and attachment to personal pleasure or gain. It is contentment, hope, trust and love that sustains harmonious Life.

Loss, purity, fate, morals, laws and beliefs are meaningless in perfected wisdom. There is no truth in strict, unwaivering enforcement. Progress and liberation are inevitable in the grand scheme of history. Everything happens for a reason.

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Now and Forever

I might not be that warm, but I'm bright enough to see We must share what little light we try to keep when times seem darkest. Don't stare at me long, but don't fear holding me close forever- I may blind, but I won't burn you. Let's grow and shine together- let go of mistrusts past, forgive and heal, hold me with faith now and forever as We sail in cycles around the Universal sea of reality. We're learning and loving Ourselves all, now and forever, as surely as we breathe. Our concentrated, controlled breath is pure love, attuning mind to heart, bodies simple vessels of pure Being. We're still, still breathing together, now and forever- that Our heartbeat may keep that precious rhythm in time, harmonizing mind's elusive melodies as perfect ornaments to Our deepest Universal notion- We love Us.


-Dedicated to the love of my life, Laura Chiles

Observing The End of Times

Waiting for the end of times—No thing slows—
Our Fate-Our Friends—We shall not choose—but That
Must make no mistake—For That Thou Art We never Know—
That We make choice—To fill the space between

The Ons and Offs We make of It—To play—
Eternally turning them from Us—and Thou
In disgusting discussion—Some should say—
What would be the point of wandering

Should they say We were wrong to care so much
Of questions they could not answer—for What—
would Life matter if not for wondering

About a universe of splendor—Here and Now—
About losing all the ifs ands or buts
Around Our shared source—that We become Art

Together—divided no more Our own—


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Why

should We be so seperate, you and me?
Lost in thought, as the present escapes Us;
Our past is here but here comes the future
Imagination; a preview of life's coming attraction.

Though We may never know how,
We are Our own creature
Of love, and light, let Us be, the best action.

Lest We bow to Our ego,
Though Our bodies We must go,
should We construct a disparate faction?

My mind is all yours, should you want it;
For We want yours, as the sea wants the shores,
Waves of ebb and flow, We must know
One another, from the edge to the center;

That Our heart is the only constant.

-Dick Einstein, October 2010


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The elucidation of sorrow

Written by Dick Einstein
for a UT fiction class

Click. Gasp. I need to be in class in less than an hour. I flick on the light rushing into the bathroom, my face first catching my fuzzy vision through dilating eyes. My curls fall like vines below my ears before I fluff them up. Coming into focus, my eyes look foggy and dull from days of sloth. My smile is hidden behind a haze of dazing about with him. Just then, he rolls over in bed, so I shut the door.
Minutes later I’m ready to leave all this behind, if only for a few hours. Toast in my mouth, bag hanging from my elbow, I lock the door behind me, hoping he’ll get out to do something today.

Thud. Click. “Shit!” I snap awake, alone. “Stupid cunt,” I gasp, rubbing my throbbing head. “Olivia, what are you doing babe? Come back to bed!” Stumbling into the bathroom, I don’t trip over that sundress I love taking off of her, and wonder if maybe she’s finally tired of me. Noticing her makeup, I feel reassured that she hasn’t left me yet. I splash water on my face, and my eyes shut under the sun’s bright white light. Why does she always open these damn shades? I close them, light up a cigarette and wander into the kitchen, squinting at my phone. No calls all weekend, and how lovely it was! I don’t think I’ve ever been so lucky.
Sipping coffee, dragging my cigarette, I prepare a little rail to begin my day. Maybe this will get rid of this God-awful headache. My eyes water and my throat burns as I knock my head back under the force of a mighty snort, and the usual discomfort soon gives way to normality, or something like that.
Instead of down, I’m up and ready for breakfast. Orange juice, two fried eggs, bacon, toast and a bowl of yogurt and granola later, I’m rolling yet another cigarette and find my eyes have adjusted enough to enjoy the light of the balcony. The street below is crowded with people going about their day. I don’t recognize anyone, but then again, how should I when they all look like ants? I wonder what kinds of nonsense they’ll be getting into today, and I flick the butt over the rail into the world below before returning to safety.
It’s 9:04, and I still have nothing to do. Perfect… not that anyone would call me anyway. My best friend is my dealer, and he’s only interested in my money, just like anyone else. As long as I’m sitting, staring at this machine, I may as well ask the oracle what’s new. I check my e-mail, but the junk clutters me, so I decide to stumble; nope, nope… nope. News? War still, crime is up, and more corrupt politicians. I’ve always wondered why we call it new. The same shit’s always happening, and none of it good. What’s the point? I crawl back into bed, curl up and wonder when she’ll be back.

I like this painting, but don’t feel like it’s done. I’ve hit a wall, so I take a step outside for a smoke break. The air is crisp, and a breeze makes my hair swirl about my face as I make fire and take a deep breath. My lungs expand, and contract as I slowly exhale, and again, again, into infinity.
“Olivia,” his soft, cool voice snaps my attention away from my meditation, and his smile makes me blush. I’m not sure what to say and almost choke on my smoke.
“Hey Charlie,” I stammer and manage to continue, “How have you been?”
“Groovy, thanks. I graduate in a few weeks! How’s Eric?”
I look down at his feet, and I can tell he knows what I’m thinking. Peeking back up at his curious face, though, I think he’s actually oblivious, probably been too busy with life to notice. “Oh, he’s just great!” I lie.
“Glad to hear it! Of course, he didn’t take the death of his parents well; that’s why I ask…” he explains coldly. His bright eyes flicker with every kind of emotion imaginable, and I wonder what it is he’s getting at.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to my studio. I’ll be graduating soon as well! I’ve got so much to do before then though, it’s overwhelming. It was good to see you!” His eyes burn into the back of my head as I turn to go inside, running from the discomfort. Of course, he didn’t care to ask how I’m doing.
Back in the studio, that stupid painting just mocks me, so I decide to call it a day. I need to see if he’s okay. I’d bet he’s still asleep though. The ride back isn’t so long, but my mind is racing the entire time. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, or why. It just sort of happens, and I’m home, sweating, tired and frantic. I wonder about my parents briefly, in anxiety, climbing the stairs up to the little cell we call home. There’s no need to rush, I think to myself but can’t quite convince my gut to settle down. That worry knot has become normal lately, especially at the apartment’s threshold, everyday, when I realize he’s still wasting away here.
I step over his shoes, smell bacon, but find nothing except a greasy pan and him in the fetal position, in bed, as expected. I make lunch and curl up on the balcony with a bowl, a good book and another smoke, hopelessly waiting for him to emerge from his stupor.

When I awake, I find my headache is worse than ever. I close my eyes again, but a family photo is seared into my eyelids, so I jump up, nearly stubbing my toe as I reach desperately for painkillers. Who am I kidding? These haven’t helped for years. I just wish I could go to sleep forever. If she’s back, I can try.
Her little smile wakes me up a bit, finding her enjoying the warmth of the cozy balcony. “What are you reading?”
“The Stranger; some French book. How did you sleep?” she replies, clearly forcing it.
“Okay, until I heard you slam the door on the way out this morning! My headaches are back…” I complain.
“Well, that’s not my fault! You’re the one who’s been greedy lately; you know how too much of that junk does you. You should try sharing more.”
“You’re always so busy; you hardly seem to want any. You’re better off without it anyway.”
“Don’t tell me what’s good for me. I’ll do what I like.”
“Okay, sorry, I’ll share if you want, but first, me.” He grabs the belt, a syringe, spoon, and his little vial. In minutes, he hands me the syringe with the beautiful, murky substance ready to go as he tightens the belt around his arm.
“I’ve never seen this much, Charlie. Are you sure?”
“I’ll do what I like. Trust me. That’s what we have the OD box for anyway.” He reassures me, exposing his vein like a fleshy, bruised fruit. His finger marks the spot, and I plunge in carefully, watching the brown liquid drain the color from his face. Losing his bright eyes as they sink into the ghost that was his face, my heart races wondering if we’ve made a mistake. He falls over, and I’m paralyzed.
When I can finally reach for the phone, I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. I can’t do it. I don’t know why he thought I would. I can’t because this might be my chance. The voice on the other end of the phone sounds faint and unreal, and my voice cracks as tears begin streaming down my face. I can’t stand it; I drop the phone and rush over to his cold body. I cry for a minute before packing my things.
And I’m gone, again, alone.


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Let It Shine

Blisters are healing, memories are fading, but the gratitude of a full and open heart expands infinitely. For when We try to forget Our Self, instead promoting the greater good of all, our bodies and minds matter no longer. When Our heart consumes Our entire Being, Our Being loses relevance independently. Rather, it is only through Our connections and elevation of others that We might finally liberate Our Self from the illusory reality of separation. Charity, a fundamental pillar of every religion, is a blatant expression of such selflessness, but it is still bound to the physical constraints of subjective value. If We wish to remove such subjective restraints from liberation, sometimes We need something larger than Our Self to put matters into perspective.

This is exactly what my adventure, from the safety of my home in San Antonio, TX, walking through the Texas Hill Country, detouring through the wondrous Kerrville Folk Festival, hitchhiking through the Texas panhandle to Springfield, CO, backpacking through the desolation of the plains and desert of southeastern Colorado, and finally catching a ride with the sweetest old lady from Rocky Ford to Colorado Springs where the best of friends picked me up, all in only about 13 days, was supposed to epitomize. I surely had a blast, through the rough and beautiful, the disconcerting and comfortable, but altogether and overall friendly. My final destination, Sonic Bloom Festival, a phenomenon of tremendous social and spiritual transformation, where the best in electronic music, counter-culture and spirituality mix and mingle to manifest a multi-sensory experience for the benefit of all, strengthened my heart's commitment to the greater community of freaks, free-thinkers, radicals, outcasts and free spirits, just as expected. Anyone who gives love and peace a chance, who can surrender their own preconceptions and desires for a weekend of communal debauchery and Bliss for all, is a friend of mine, and I'm so inspired to know that there are so many of Us. Our unity may seem questionable at best, but there's certainly something that brings Us together, whether it be culture, music, drugs, love, what-have-you. The fact that We can gather as such, in harmonious celebration of the wonder of a life We don't fully understand, speaks wonders to the impact We might have if We only tapped into Our charitable humility and selflessness, collectively, effectively and efficiently.

Of course, this is much easier said than done. There are too many variables to account for what is right. We may believe, at one moment, that Amnesty International is deserving of Our collective donation, only to discover that We'd rather support something less intrusive, less structured, and perhaps less powerful. This is where I am at, and I'd love y'all's input. We've raised over $300 so far, through contributions to the pilgrimage that remain, which is currently intended to be donated to support global human rights through Amnesty International. The only dilemma is that, having followed Amnesty for a few years now, and only having recently learned about the Global Oneness Project, I'm not sure whether Our collective donation is best used serving western notions on corruption in Pakistan. As good as the work might be at Amnesty, The Global Oneness Project seems a much more appropriate recipient of Our donation, given the change it seems We would wish to see in the world. The Project is an educational non-profit aimed at showing the diverse ways oneness is expressed—in the fields of sustainability, conflict resolution, spirituality, art, economics, indigenous culture, and social justice—in hopes that others will be inspired to create solutions to personal and community challenges from their own lived understanding of oneness. Since 2006, they've been traveling the globe gathering stories from creative and courageous people who base their lives and work on the understanding that we bear great responsibility for each other and our shared world. living library of films is available for free from our website, through select broadcast outlets, and on DVD. Through events and educational materials we offer opportunities for people to deepen their experience with the different facets of oneness we are exploring.

Greater than forcing resolutions, education seems key to realizing a brighter future together. If everyone could be taught Our innate interdependence, Our oneness, Our world could be more united in peace, love and harmony. This is Our goal, and this is why I would like to change Our recipient to this endeavor, given Our collective consent of course. Please, let me know any questions or concerns you might have and We will get the ball rolling on Our collective donation scheduled for July 15th. Contributions will still be accepted through July 14th to make Our impact as large as possible. Through Our charity, We can hope to inspire others, enlighten many more, and, at the least, educate some as to Our Oneness. This is the least We might ask for, and, surely, in the future, We will be poised to manifest even greater change together.

Thank you all for your time, consideration and input. We need each and every one of Us to collectively manifest Our dreams. I'm ecstatic to be dreaming with y'all!

The Power Of Humility


In genuine humility, there is enormous power.

Free yourself from the demands of your ego,

and there is no limit to where you can go.

Let go of your desire to control others, and you vastly improve

the ability to control, focus and direct your own actions.

Let go of the illusion that you already know it all, and you

open yourself to higher levels of enlightenment.

Move beyond the need to blame, and you gain a greater degree

of responsibility. Get past the impulse to place judgments

on others, and you're able to focus much more clearly

on matters of real and lasting value.

Give up the thought that you're better than everyone else,

and a whole new world of opportunity opens up to you.

Stop seeking unfair advantage, and you're free to

develop an unstoppable effectiveness.

Quit demanding the most and start expecting the best.

You'll experience a level of true abundance that

you never before could have imagined.

Live each moment with humility, love, respect and

gratitude for the whole of life that surrounds you,

and you will find a treasure that has no end.



Peace & Love;
We live as We dream--together.