Author Archives: Pazlo
Out In The Magic Again
It’s not magic to the magician. For the rest of us, however… -Chuy
Underrated
I’ll let you in on a little secret. Being dead is underrated. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting you hasten to it. No, no! Every day in the beautiful world is precious, pregnant with promise and a feast … Continue reading
Sailing
I am not watching the clock.I am watching the clouds. I’m not watching the calendar.I’m watching the days turn into nights,and the nights turn into mornings. I am watching the winds,as I sail theSea of A Thousand Seasons. – Chuy
Do This For Me
So, when you’re done with all your regrets about what you could have done, “what could have been”. When you’re done lamenting the loss of all that has come before. When you’re done with your survivor’s guilt about still being … Continue reading
Value
Sometimes the water has all kinds of stuff in it; leaves and sticks, slimy green stuff, dead bugs, live bugs. Sometimes it’s been baking in the summer sun all day, just a shallow layer at the bottom of my dish. … Continue reading
Always
What’s that? You think you’ve dishonored my memory by not thinking of me often enough? Silly boy. Time has no meaning when you’re dead. You’re thinking of me now, aren’t you? Relax. I know what we mean to one … Continue reading
Rainday
Some days it just rains, from sunup to sundown, on into the night. We still need to go out. Out into the rain. We need the water. We shall go out into the rain. We’ll walk in the rain.We’ll be … Continue reading
October
Sure, October. Or Fall. Autumn. Call it whatever you want. I’ll be out enjoying it. I call it “now”. – Chuy
Gardening
If you have true regrets, of your own deeds and pasts, actions, neglects, you cannot deny their existence. Their only potential for positive is to serve as lessons for the Now and the Next. Whatever else remains of them should … Continue reading
Wonderstop
Each time I reach this place, I hear your shadow walking with me. Each time I feel your spirit here I am left with a choice. I can wallow in anguish over that which is no more. Or I … Continue reading
Chow Dog Zen 