The World As You Have Known It, Has Never Existed

The World As You Have Known It Has Never Existed, has great meaning for my life. These words of wisdom were written down on a piece of brown paper bag and given to me by one of my life’s highest, most enlightened teachers, at the age of sixteen. I looked at the piece of paper, wondering about what was written on it. I knew it had a deeper meaning than I was able to comprehend at the time. I kept that small piece of paper in my possession for many many years thereafter, and whenever I found myself confused about something, or whenever a situation seemed odd or unusual to me, I’d look at it again and try to figure out what did exist, because if the world that I have known to be real…wasn’t, which world was? That has been a question I’ve been asking myself for decades. Without my knowing it, that proved to be the initiation of my life’s journey to discover what was true, and also what wasn’t. This sentence made me realize, through trust, that there was more for me to see; that the world as I understood it wasn’t real, wasn’t true, and wasn’t worthy of my trust. But my teacher I trusted. His love was authentic, and I knew it. He trusted me. He wouldn’t talk to me about what to think. He would rather guide me towards thinking, and await the results. He accepted and encouraged my thoughts no matter what they were. This wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that I was using my own brain to develop my own thoughts; that I was on a path to understand, to have a vision that made sense to me. It is in this way that the world became a place that exists, that is known, and that is truly meaningful to me.

“The World As You Have Known It, Has Never Existed” means that we are all too often a product of what or where we have originated, unless that place encourages us to be uniquely beautifully individual, which allows for the kind of development that makes the world real and true, even if only to you. The world that is known to one person does not have to be known by every person. Individual knowledge only needs to be seen by you. dwp

I am seizing this moment to dedicate this piece to my teacher; a lover, a master, a friend, and my uncle…an extraordinary man, who without your presence and guidance, my life would not have come to such a passionate fruition; it would not have reached for such realization. Your life has saved my life. The light in me was awakened through you. The day you handed me that small piece of paper, a young witness in me woke up. Thank you so much for being who you are to me…but especially for embracing me, and loving me in so divinely a way. Thank you for never giving up on me.

I Love You, Doug


Love and playfulness are for the few.
They are uninhibited spirited creatures,
For myself and you. We do not keep love,
Nor our relationship to it. Rather…
It keeps us; healthy, wholesome, and fit.
I surrender to nourishing my beloved,
And us. But when I’m unable, it hurts.
It hurts her, it hurts love, and it hurts me.

dwp 2015

Life, Love, and God

Life is a sparkling spirited free flowing celebration of this very moment. I have no idea what will happen later, tomorrow, next year, or in the next life. But whenever it happens, I will handle it. While I am not expecting to have another life, I do feel that life should be rewarded to those who have at least lived now, when they had the chance. The best reason to live now is because life is happening now, which is not to suggest that it won’t also happen later, but I cannot deny what is happening right here in front of me. I am forever dedicated to this gift we call life, and if I should be given this gift again, I will be elated at having the chance to give it another go, and take Her for another dance, but I will not wait. I am utterly devoted to living now. This is it. The party is now. Life is happening today, and it needs to be lived today. The sole purpose of life is to live. The sole purpose of living is to be loving. And the sole purpose for being loving is to come closer to god. dwp

Sex, Music, Dance, and a Punjabi

Music is as sexy as sex itself, that’s why sexy people listen to sexy music when they’re making love; it’s also why a person’s sexiness can often be observed in how their body moves, or dances. I remember a Punjabi Osho sannyasin who I danced with at an after hours party in Pune, India…who’s energy was so hot, it was like we were on fire together. I think I fell in love with her that one very special night. She was one of the most sexually free women I have ever encountered. It wasn’t even necessary to have sex with her, that’s how extraordinary her energy was. It was an intensely sexual thing just being in her company. Feeling deeply overwhelmed by her beauty, her being, and her irresistible freedom, I eventually went up and asked if I could join her on the totally empty dance floor where she was gracefully flowing about to the joy of the onlookers; this was where we began making love. Her long curly brunette hair moved freely through my fingers, as she welcomed my dancing body, as well as my the touch of my hands, and the moisture of my lips, and cheeks; we sweated, played slowly with each others energy dancing, neither she nor I with a care; her loosely fitting dress, and the very uninhibited nature of her body awaited the inevitable exploration, to feel her. This event was unfolding to the most sensual, incredibly beautiful Indian lounge music imaginable. What an angel she was, and what a gift she gave to me! Never have I known, or even dreamt of, a woman so unbelievably liberated and sexually free, as she.  dwp

Beauty in the Alps

I once met, and got very close to a guy who was oblivious about being mentally handicapped; so much so that he had no idea how incredibly beautiful he was. He didn’t have a diagnosable illness or disease that I knew of, he just wasn’t aware. He didn’t have a cognition of what was going on around him, so he lived in his private little world, where he had comfort. I remember him well. He made quite an impression on me. It was so beautiful and special to witness how content he was in his skin, which wasn’t thick. I realized that he didn’t know any better, but to me it didn’t matter. He wasn’t a cripple, he just wasn’t cognizant. And what made him extraordinary, is that he was so genuine; without knowing it, he was the epitome of sincerity, and pure innocence.

He and I became friends. I developed a special appreciation for him. I learned through him how beautiful it is to be yourself; no matter who you happen to be. I would look at him and see how thoroughly confident, and pleased with himself he would be. He didn’t need to be anything, or anybody; nor did he have to do anything. Everything was perfect as it was. He was full. Life was beautiful. He was happy. There was no possibility for him to be false because he didn’t know what being false was. He may have lived in a world of total oblivion, but you know what? He is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. I love him, and I miss him. He’s my friend. I love him for showing me how to be real in a world that feels so fake.  dwp 2015