November 28, 2007
Short Radio Interview
Short radio interview on KLIV CNN 1590 AM radio station based in San Jose, Calfornia. Topic: my company - Saaze Corporation, the economy, and the digital signage industry. This MP3 file opens automatically online in Quicktime or save it to listen via another program. Happy listening...
October 14, 2007
Fire, Light, & Moths
In the poem, 'The Question' by Jalaluddin Rumi, he says, "The moth sees light and goes into fire. You should see fire and go toward light." Yet another dimensional view of things. Intrigued, I spent time pondering its meaning, then I realized, I can see the fire, light, and moths dancing collectively and also individually. It was a fun 3D/4D experience! Here is a translation of the poem...
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One dervish to another, What was your vision of God's presence?
I haven't seen anything.
But for the sake of conversation, I'll tell you a story.
God's presence is there in front of me, a fire on the left, a lovely stream on the right.
One group walks toward the fire, into the fire, another toward the sweet flowing water.
No one knows which are blessed and which not.
Whoever walks into the fire appears suddenly in the stream.
A head goes under on the water surface, that head pokes out of the fire.
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
Those who love the water of pleasure and make it their devotion are cheated with this reversal.
The trickery goes further.
The voice of the fire tells the truth, saying I am not fire.
I am fountainhead. Come into me and don't mind the sparks.
If you are a friend of God, fire is your water.
You should wish to have a hundred thousand sets of mothwings, so you could burn them away, one set a night.
The moth sees light and goes into fire. You should see fire and go toward light. Fire is what of God is world-consuming.
Water, world-protecting.
Somehow each gives the appearance of the other.
To these eyes you have now what looks like water burns.
What looks like fire is a great relief to be inside.
You've seen a magician make a bowl of rice seem a dish full of tiny, live worms.
Before an assembly with one breath he made the floor swarm with scorpions that weren't there.
How much more amazing God's tricks.
Generation after generation lies down, defeated, they think, but they're like a woman underneath a man, circling him.
One molecule-mote-second thinking of God's reversal of comfort and pain is better than any attending ritual.
That splinter of intelligence is substance.
The fire and water themselves:
Accidental, done with mirrors.
Rumi
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One dervish to another, What was your vision of God's presence?
I haven't seen anything.
But for the sake of conversation, I'll tell you a story.
God's presence is there in front of me, a fire on the left, a lovely stream on the right.
One group walks toward the fire, into the fire, another toward the sweet flowing water.
No one knows which are blessed and which not.
Whoever walks into the fire appears suddenly in the stream.
A head goes under on the water surface, that head pokes out of the fire.
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
Those who love the water of pleasure and make it their devotion are cheated with this reversal.
The trickery goes further.
The voice of the fire tells the truth, saying I am not fire.
I am fountainhead. Come into me and don't mind the sparks.
If you are a friend of God, fire is your water.
You should wish to have a hundred thousand sets of mothwings, so you could burn them away, one set a night.
The moth sees light and goes into fire. You should see fire and go toward light. Fire is what of God is world-consuming.
Water, world-protecting.
Somehow each gives the appearance of the other.
To these eyes you have now what looks like water burns.
What looks like fire is a great relief to be inside.
You've seen a magician make a bowl of rice seem a dish full of tiny, live worms.
Before an assembly with one breath he made the floor swarm with scorpions that weren't there.
How much more amazing God's tricks.
Generation after generation lies down, defeated, they think, but they're like a woman underneath a man, circling him.
One molecule-mote-second thinking of God's reversal of comfort and pain is better than any attending ritual.
That splinter of intelligence is substance.
The fire and water themselves:
Accidental, done with mirrors.
Rumi
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September 28, 2007
Childhood Story Influences?
The wise ones say, childhood stories influenced our lives with a mix of nature versus nurture doing its work. Zoom through memory lane... now, which childhood story or stories influenced your life and how so?
Those that impacted me, all thanks to my mother, include:
* The Ugly Duckling (My all time favorite! Loved that it is okay to be different and that everyone matters)
* Samson & Delilah (Story about a bull and a cow - loved that Delilah showed Samson how she can be equal to him by being creative)
* Pinocchio (Loved the fact that he was so passionate about becoming real and belonging)
* Gingerbread Boy (Loved the 'run, run, as fast as you can' dedication to keep going despite the odds)
[Question I asked on LinkedIn.com - September 27th, 2007]
Those that impacted me, all thanks to my mother, include:
* The Ugly Duckling (My all time favorite! Loved that it is okay to be different and that everyone matters)
* Samson & Delilah (Story about a bull and a cow - loved that Delilah showed Samson how she can be equal to him by being creative)
* Pinocchio (Loved the fact that he was so passionate about becoming real and belonging)
* Gingerbread Boy (Loved the 'run, run, as fast as you can' dedication to keep going despite the odds)
[Question I asked on LinkedIn.com - September 27th, 2007]
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