What Do You Do?


What do I do?

I love.

I love my family. I love my son. I love my momma and my sisters. I love my woman (that’s you Suely, amor de mi vida, reina de mi corazon). I love them and I tell them so every goddamn day. I love them and I do whatever is best for them, whatever I have to do to protect them and provide for them, to give them the things that they need, the things they deserve.

And I love to tell stories around the bonfire. I love to sing. I love to drum and play guitar. I love to make music. I love to dance. Badly, but I still fuckin’ love it.

I love to work and to sweat, to fix what needs fixing, to do what needs doing, and do it as good as I possibly can, to put my whole heart into it, and make an art of it. And then I love to sit in the evening, with my best friends gathered around me dusty and tired, and drink ice cold beer and tell dirty jokes, and laugh and look back on the day we’ve just lived, at the work that we’ve done, at the problems and obstacles overcome, and stand with my shoulders strong and my head held high, and say to the universe,

“Yes. Yes and yes. Come with it. I’ll take it. Give me all that you’ve got.”

I love to spend time in my garden. I love to go camping, to be outside. I love to walk through my neighborhood and look at all the trees and houses, at all the flowers doing their own little colorful living dances. I love to talk to the children playing outside, I love to play catch with them, and remember their nicknames, and tell them how good they are, how awesome and cool. I love to wave and smile at the old women on their front porches, to the old men tending their lawns and gardens and waxing their cars.

I love to admire the splendor of Nature, to shower the cosmos with my adoration. I love to listen to the birds and the angels chirping, to all the cars and the engines humming, to the sirens and the people wailing, to the whole holy Aum of existence existing.

I love to be ripped open by awe and wonder.

I love to write. I love to weave words and emotions and ideals all together, to compose a lasting edifice in the mind of God, a sort of vista in the soul where we can look out at all of our living and dying and loving and fighting and see it all clearly and know what it means. I love to say what needs saying, even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

I love to pray. I love to sit and marinate in the silence, and savor the depth and richness of reality; to be in the presence of the All-In-All, to vibrate like a living harp string in the hands of something truly incomprehensible…

I love to create, to give birth to the most amazing earth-shaking ideas of what this world could be and how we could all just love one another, and help one another, feed and clothe one another and just care for each other and give each and every human being a smile and a hug and the space and the freedom to be what they are deep down, and all that they could possibly be, which is divine and incredible and beautiful.


Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, Hallelujah, Amen.

What do I do?

I love.

And I slip and I fall. I forget, and go back to old autopilot. I suffer and hurt; get angry, depressed.

But then I remember; awaken again. I forgive, and I learn, and I blossom anew. And I wake up every morning and face the same choice, the same question, over and over, again and again…

And I love.

I love life. I love you. Thanks for reading.

What do you do?


Wisp of Smoke

wisp of smoke

There is a fire

That burns so bright it can’t be seen –

But it enables you to see.


It gives light and life and joy

To all beings.


There is a white-hot brilliance

Blazing in the very heart

Of Being It-Self.


Creativity, passion, poetry, music

Pour from there like waves of heat…


I am but a prism

That light shines through…


A leaf, withering in that heat

Quivering with anticipation


Laughing, burning

Begging to become


A wisp of smoke.


~ Ben

You Make a Difference

In the short time that has passed since I began to sincerely devote myself to this blog, and involve myself in the WordPress community, I have connected with so many amazing people. When I began to publish my poems and my thoughts, I did so from a need to write, to create, to express myself. I had no idea what would come of it.

I never expected that so many would find and read my words, much less relate. I never expected to find so many people who share my thoughts, who feel like I feel. I never expected to discover so many talented and creative writers, poets, artists and philosophers out there with whom I resonate so deeply. I have been pleasantly surprised on all fronts!

I am in perpetual awe at how many people all around the world are waking up and speaking out. My life has been filled with unexpected encounters and unlikely friendships with others who walk the spiritual path. And here in cyberspace I continue to connect with enlightened souls who are exploring the spiritual dimensions of life, discovering the infinite potential of human consciousness, and sharing their wisdom, compassion and creativity with the world.

Check out my blogroll (which just keeps growing!) and see what I mean. These links will connect you with some of the most beautiful minds I have ever had the pleasure to know. The writings, photos, insights and information that they share inspires me and feeds my soul each day.

One interesting thing I have noticed is that nearly every one of these blogs has been started recently. Just within the last several months, so many awakening (and awakened) people have been inspired to reach out to the world, in this digital space where we are all interconnected.

Coincidence? I think not.

It is further evidence pointing to the mass awakening which is spreading like wildfire around the globe. People are turning within, discovering their unique voice, their creativity – their divinity. And now that turning within is coming full circle, and people are no longer content to just seek their own inner peace and joy. Increasingly we are feeling an urge to reach out to each other – to connect, to heal, to teach and inspire; to love and learn and grow together; to bring peace, joy and beauty to the world at large.

Blogging is in many ways the new frontier of communication. No censorship, no corporate sponsors – nothing to keep us separate from one another. We can use this medium to serve a holy purpose – to build a new network and create a new way of sharing information and inspiration. We have already begun – but this is just the beginning. Who knows where it could go from here?

We are here. We are awake. We will be heard. We are One, and the time has come to make that mystical, transcendent Oneness a living reality on this planet.

I extend to each of you my deepest love and appreciation, for who you are and all that you do. If you are reading this – thank you! I love you! You are amazing and beautiful! Yes, I mean you!

Each one of us has a song to sing, and a gift to bring into this world. Each one us has a part to play in the healing and Awakening of Mother Earth. Every heart matters. Every soul is limitless fountain of love, wisdom and creativity.

Look within, find your voice – and sing! Sing out so all the world can hear you! You make a difference!

~ Ben

To You

This is a poem that I wrote, that seems to resonate well with my post yesterday, on the subject of leadership, courage, living one’s aspirations… Enjoy!

This is to you – you know who you are.
You who hear these words with an open mind
    with an open heart
Finding within or between these lines some spark of Truth or Beauty
    some flash of inspiration.
Know that nothing you see is beyond yourself.
I only mirror That in you
That which is divine and true
Find that Beauty in yourself
Find your voice, your vision, your dream
Let my words be the water, the nectar
    that nourishes the seed within your heart.

Have faith, my friend – embrace the loftiest of your ambitions
Believe in your ideas and inspirations
Forsake all else!
Heed not the path laid out for you by others
Even those who know you best
The ones you love and trust
    they cannot lead you to That which you seek.

Follow your deepest joy and passion.
Do not allow yourself to be dissuaded by popular opinion
Let all resistance and criticism be as encouragement to you
    let it be the fire in which you forge your purpose.

Have courage, my friend – forsake all comfort and conformity!
Dedicate the whole of your being to That which is most elusive, unattainable
Follow that path to it’s unknowable end
Though it may lead to failure, frustration, despair
Indeed it probably shall – perhaps there is no other way.

But that path alone is worth pursuing
That goal alone will bring fulfillment
That prize alone is imperishable.
When men and their creations have passed away, forgotten
When all our poems and songs have faded into Silence
That dream alone continues.
That Spirit lives on in other races, other spheres
To inspire new poems and songs, in exotic tongues
In distant corners of the universe.

~ Ben

Art and Awakening

The artist has always been one of the most respected and revered members of society – and one of the least understood. Art by it’s very nature seems to defy logic, to elude the grasp of analysis and rational understanding. A great artist works for no reason or purpose other than the joy and beauty of creation.This is one of the profound lessons of art – it teaches us to appreciate joy and beauty for it’s own sake. It helps us to transcend the narrow confines of reason and logic, to get in touch with our intuition. It teaches us to be spontaneous, to trust our inspiration, our own inner genius. All we have to work with as artists is ourselves, our inner resources. So we must look within, we must trust ourselves.Something mystical happens in this creative process: as we turn within, reaching into the depths of the Soul, and touch upon that which feels to us most intensely unique and personal, we draw upon the One Source, which all recognize and know intimately. So great art is both original and familiar, both personal and universal.It is this mystical aspect of art that makes it such a powerful part of our spiritual awakening. The self-reflection and self-expression that is a necessary part of the creative process helps us come to know ourselves at the deepest level. As we learn to accept ourselves, and trust ourselves, we learn to surrender – to open up and allow what is within to come forth. And the more sincere and honest we are, the more completely we surrender, the more the Soul of the artist can express itself through the work of art, and whisper directly to the Soul of the beholder.

In this creative sharing we experience our Oneness. Through the medium of art we let down our defenses, let go of our differences, and we open our hearts and minds to Spirit. For this reason art is perhaps the most holistic form of communication known to man. A poem, a painting, or a song can say so much more than mere words – calling forth emotions, insights, true revelations. Art bypasses the limitations of language and creates a sacred space where we can commune together, and share a direct experience of Life, Truth, and Beauty.

So at this unique moment in human history, when the entire planet is poised on the brink of a new age, a new phase of evolution, art has precious and powerful gifts to offer our society and our world. Through the sacred medium of art we grow as artists and individuals, we give birth to our deeper, divine potential. And we cut across differences in belief and culture to come together in Spirit, in Joy.

So let us dance and play together! Let us sing and tell stories together! Let us listen and share with each other our creativity, our truth, our joy! Let us heal ourselves, each other, and our planet, with our music, our love, and our laughter. Let us each find and share our special part of the ongoing divine revelation!

It is in this spirit that this blog was started – to share my deepest thoughts and insights, as honestly and sincerely as I am able. I trust that which is true and meaningful to me, might be uplifting and inspiring to you as well, dear reader. This is the voice of Spirit in me – this is the sacred art of language.

Thanks for reading. Peace and love!

~ Ben