We Have an Equal Right to Be Here

By Adam J. Pearson Whether I am happy or unhappy signifies absolutely nothing. A vast universe in which I am but an insignificant speck whirls around me, indifferent to my human plight. I live only for a flickering nanosecond in the grand river of time. And when I am dead and gone, nothing significant will…

A Poem Can Roar

By Adam J. Pearson A poem can roar What a line of prose cannot. It reaches into feeling Like a bucket dropping down A deep, dark well, To draw forth waters That nourish. A poem can weave wild threads Into tapestries of beauty, Or strike in a flash And electrify In lightning. A poem can tie together Striking images in…

The Golden Rope – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Running, rushing everywhere Desperate fingers reaching out Straining for something, anything A rope in the free-fall A life preserver in the drowning. What happens when we lose touch With our deepest, dearest values? With that sacred core within us From which we vowed we’d never stray? What happens when we are…

Stone Hard Sunbeam – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Lark’s call Grey sky Hearts fall Sharp cry Sweet kiss Bus ride Death wish Inside Stone hard Sunbeam Graveyard Lost dream Bright eyes Deep blue Soft sighs Debut Her love Bright white Light dove Dark night His heart Jet black Lost part Off track Earthquake Light snow Glass break Grass grows…

The Towering Triumphs of our Fleeting Hours – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Fleet fingers trace loose spirals through the sea, Looping lines that bloom and dissipate Like airplane contrails in blue sky. Toes twinkle as legs linger off of docks, Carefree and limber in the cozy warmth of summer. Everything drifts, everything floats, everything lifts– Look and see how the glare of the…

Tears and Snowflakes – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson In the silence of a cold afternoon, Tears flow out, like crystal rivers, From pained eyes. A boy nurses a rifted heart, As errors drift, like specters, Through his mind. Over the aching boy, The black world looms, Like a desolate wasteland. But outside his window, Light white snowflakes drift, Peaceful,…

Literature is a Democratic Art

By Adam J. Pearson There are many elitists definitions of literature, but when it comes down to it, literature is simply the art of the written work. To say that literature is only those great works of art that engage profound issues that make you think deeply is like saying that music is only the…

The Destructive Power of Clinging and Jealousy

By Adam J. Pearson Excessive jealousy and clinginess in a relationship reveal more about the person who is feeling them than they do about their partner.  These feelings are born out of a desperate, selfish need to hold onto and control the other person.  This self-centered controlling tendency is antithetical to the spirit of authentic love. …

Reality is Far Greater Than All Nondual Pointers

By Adam J. Pearson Photo: The Hubble Deep Field as photographed by the Hubble telescope. Every blip of light is an entire galaxy, each containing millions upon millions of stars and planets like our own, a true testament to the humbling vastness of the universe.  Our own sun is only one of 500 thousand million…