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Dave Kane

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. -- Rumi"

Brooklyn, NY, USA
Speaks: English
Joined Dec 24, 2002

All Things Pass
Ok -- this time I'm sure they will cut off my Internet and phone, although I might be able to keep the phone service as necessary emergency tool. -- Friday August 12th.

Norah Jones -- What Am I To You:


Grief got me into it.  

Grief got me into it.  

And now only wisdom can get me out.  

I hope.  

When the Sun is shining 

and all is well, 

well there is no reason to question.  

Only when circumstances turn sour 

do we question our own lives.  

The eternal questions:

Why am I here?  

Does my life have any purpose?  

What would that purpose be?  

What is the purpose of life?  

It certainly isn't self satisfaction.  

Fleeting.  False.  


Fear driven.   

Not for me to judge, but for me to feel.  

Hope can wear you out.  

Being is what we are.  

Being is what we do.  

Being is life.  

Being is all there is.  

I do not know if there is, or can be, 

anything that can be considered non-being.  

All things are, even those that are not.  

-- dk 

Puffy white clouds, some clouds falling apart at the edges, against a deep blue sky.  Half clouds, half deep blue sky.  The water started out deep blue, them changed to an aquamarine, back to a lighter blue and finally that aquamarine line across the meeting line of sky and sea. 

The wind would pick up and hurl the sand onto the boardwalk and across the beach.  The seagulls were being taken care of by three women at different places, but the same time.   Bread seemed to be the feed of choice.  

Someone let their little dog off the leash and she (looked like a she) came up from the beach to look at me and run away.  She was cute.  About 14 inches long.  Can't think of the type now, maybe later.  Ah, a, a, shnoodle.  Ok, maybe not.  But a long haired little furball.  Kinda long haired.  Maybe medium haired.  Darn -- I knew this type of dog, it used to bite my first girlfreind and her brother.  They wouldn't tell because they loved the doggy.  And, of course, I hung out at their home a lot.  

A schnauzer -- that's it.  Forgive my spelling -- it looks weird to me.  Maybe.  Maybe correct, maybe not.  And this is one reason I don't like little dogs -- can't trust 'em.  My theory is the little doggies are scared of the big animals -- people -- and so they often use their teeth out of fear.  

Although the only time I got bitten by a dog it was a German sheperd.  It was clearly an accident.  As I put my hand down to pet the critter on his head, he looked up with open mouth and I can't say that I didn't puncture my own skin on his eyetooth.  Maybe I just spooked him.  I did wind up with a bad infection, even though the wife was a nurse and cleaned me up.  It did disappear after some antibiotics and time, but it looked pretty bad for a while.  Puffy, purple and puffy again  ; )  

'After all'

After all, we are just prisoners of ourselves . .

-- dk

'Two Big Black Dragonflies . . . '

Two big, black, dragonflies patrol a handball court

like two blackhawk helicopters

(at least they look all black from forty feet away

with the sun at my back).

They stay within a few feet of each other, 

often making the same moves at the same times.

Only occasionally does one break off 

for a quick foray -- maybe 15 to 20 feet away 

from it's partner -- only quickly to return 

to it's patrol duties.

Two big, black dragonflies rule the air 

over one handball court.

In Coney Island.

In Coney I land.

-- dk 

"God forbid we should ever be twenty years . . . without a rebellion."  

"This country, with it's institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it.  Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or their revolutionary right to dismember or overthrow it."

-- Thomas Jefferson, 1787.


Trains rock side to side, 

Oceans move tide by tide . . .  

Love so bright it blinds; 

The moon falls 

through a darkened sky.  

-- dk

Sam Stone -- John Prine

"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous."

- Aristotle, Greek philosopher.

"I have, from an early age, renounced eating meat: The time will come when we will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of humans."

- Leonardo Da Vinci, Renaissance artist/inventor.

"I have no doubt that it is part of the gradual destiny of the human race in its gradual development to leave off the eating of animals."

- Henry David Thoreau, American author/philosopher


by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

                        I ND, like a dying lady lean and pale,

      Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane

      And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
      The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass.  

        Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless

      Among the stars that have a different birth,
      And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

       I Never knew there was a "first" stanza  . . . -- dk 

“Delusion conceives of things as existent or nonexistent,

As being real or unreal, as born or unborn.

In an uncluttered place, concentrate your mind,

Remain steady and unmoving, like a polar mountain.

Observe that all phenomena have no existence,

That they are like space, without solid stability,

Neither being born nor emerging.

Unmoving, unflagging, abide in oneness:

This is called the place of nearness.”

-- Zen Master Ejo -- (1198-1282)


Waiting for the precise,
correct, absolute right moment,
billions of leaves leave their trees
and sail into freedom
for the first
and last time.

-- dk

"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.

Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.

Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?

Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?”

( Samos, 341 BC – Athens, 270 BC )


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-- Emily Dickinson

"The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;

And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace."

-- Khalil Gibran

A Bird Came Down

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.

-- Emily Dickinson

Some of my songs - dk:

Angel from Montgomery -- Written by John Prine

I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Repeat chorus:

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em their buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Repeat chorus:


Space Images and much more:

So what's so beautiful about crumpled paper?

                          BOYCOTT OF ISRAEL (PACBI) &

English translations of ancient Chinese poetry.

She brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway
And dusts the hall from end to end with her round fan,
And, for all her jade-whiteness, she envies a crow
Whose cold wings are kindled in the Court of the Bright Sun.


葡萄美酒夜光杯, 欲飲琵琶馬上催。
醉臥沙場君莫笑, 古來征戰幾人回。

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They sing, they drain their cups of jade,
They strum on horseback their guitars.
...Why laugh when they fall asleep drunk on the sand ? –
How many soldiers ever come home?

-- Wang Ha
A Song of Liangzhou


To set up what you like against what you don't like -- this is the disease of the mind.
-- Sheng-ts'an

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
-- Shakespeare -- from 'Hamlet'

'A blade of grass'

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, "You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams."

Said the leaf indignant, "Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing."

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again -- and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, "O these autumn leaves! They make such a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams."

-- Khalil Gibran 


Broken hearts, broken dreams,
once broken open
the truth
can be seen.

-- dk

'Lemon cake sadness'

Lemon cake sadness;
the danger of beauty;
my ice cream is melting.

-- dk

Humans born into this floating world
Quickly become like the roadside dust:
At dawn small children,
By sunset already grown white-haired,
Without inner understanding,
They struggle without cease.
I ask the children of the universe:
For what reason do you pass this way?

-- Ryokan (1758-1831)

“For the time being the highest peak, for the time being the deepest ocean; for the time being a crazy mind, for the time being a Buddha body; for the time being a Zen Master, for the time being an ordinary person; for the time being earth and sky… Since there is nothing but this moment, ‘for the time being’ is all the time there is."
-- Zen Master Dogen, 12th century 

The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between political parties either--but right through every human heart.
--Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn

Watch and/or download this quirky 21 minute animated video and learn exactly how we're being programmed to destroy the planet, and what we can do about it!
Stop buying stuff you don't NEED ; ' O

Speaking of faith:


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more ; ) activist/subversive links . . .
learn how to fight the power ; /
(Many of the links at are dead or worse, they take you to some kind of advertisement or 'search' page, but many are still chock-full of anarchist goodness -- enjoy -- and remember, if you're under 18, ask yer parents permission first . . . ; /


I was really too honest a man to be a politician and live.

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes,
and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses, I might blind my soul altogether.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
-- Socrates

Playa Cofi--Juke Box oldies
Make believe you're listening on a short wave radio while lying in a hammock on your tropical island paradise : ) Where else?
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator

the Lakota Ways

The Buffalo --
"We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, the winding streams with tangled growth, as 'wild.' ...To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery."
The Family --
"The old Lakota was wise. He knew that a man's heart away from Nature becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon lead to a lack of respect for humans too."
-- Luther Standing Bear, chief of the Oglala Lakota,

The Home --
"There was once a Lakota holy man, called Drinks Water, who dreamed what was to be....He dreamed that the four-leggeds were going back to the Earth, and that a strange race would weave a web all around the Lakotas. He said, 'You shall live in square gray houses, in a barren land....' Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking."
-- Black Elk (1863-1950), holy man of the Oglala Lakota, written in 1932

Rainer Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet:

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

-- John Newton, former slave ship owner/operator who found the Lord (or maybe it was the other way around . . .) -- @ 1779 

Ex­cept­ion: the last stan­za is by an un­known au­thor; it ap­peared as ear­ly as 1829 in the Bap­tist Song­ster, by R. Win­chell (We­thers­field, Con­nec­ti­cut), as the last stan­za of the song “Je­ru­sa­lem My Hap­py Home.”

'The Secret Sits'

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

-- Robert Frost

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Wild Fact About Me Which one, which one . . . So many to pick from . . .
My Philosophy It's only temporary
What Gives Me Hope It's only temporary
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by Tell the people they're responsible for themselves, ain't no one gonna do it for you . . . and Then I'd go fishing.
What/who changed my life and why life
Quotation Karma is often wrongly confused with the notion of a fixed destiny. It is more like an accumulation of tendencies that can lock us into particular behavior patterns, which themselves result in further accumulations of tendencies of a similar nature.... But it is not necessary to be a prisoner of old karma.... Here's how mindfulness changes karma.
When you sit, you are not allowing your impulses to translate into action. For the time being, at least, you are just watching them. Looking at them, you quickly see that all impulses in the mind arise and pass away, that they have a life of their own, that they are not you but just thinking, and that you do not have to be ruled by them. Not feeding or reacting to impulses, you come to understand their nature as thoughts directly. This process actually burns up destructive impulses in the fires of concentration and equanimity and non-doing. At the same time, creative insights and creative impulses are no longer squeezed out so much by the more turbulent, destructive ones. They are nourished as they are perceived and held in awareness.
--Jon Kabat-Zinn, Wherever You Go, There You Are
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