
“When We Love” | Anthony Satori
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.”
— Paulo Coelho

“When We Love” | Anthony Satori
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.”
— Paulo Coelho

“Warm Sand” | Anthony Satori
“The essence of all beautiful art, of all great art, is gratitude.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche

“Who’s That Little Mouse?” | Anthony Satori
(Me up at does)
— a poem by E. E. Cummings
“Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Stare
a poisoned mouse
still who alive
is asking What
have i done that
You wouldn’t have”
Although quite poignant, I’ve always appreciated this poem by E. E. Cummings. I think it is a fine example of his remarkable economy of language, his touching sense of empathy, and his unmistakable signature style: a seemingly mixed-up, punctuation-free stagger of words which, upon closer inspection, actually turns out to be a carefully constructed poetic flow of thoughts and ideas. Like a lot of great art, Cummings’ poetry isn’t spoon-fed to the viewer. It requires effort and attention. But, in the end, it is always worth the journey.
Quite fortunately, the little mouse in the image above was destined for a more happy fate than the mouse in Cummings’ verse. A couple of nights ago, while we languished in a Tryptophan-induced haze, this little fellow took us completely by surprise by scampering across the interior of a ceiling light fixture. Following his spry shadow, I slid the lamp shade aside and revealed a tiny gray mouse huddled in a corner. As soon as we saw his earnest little face, we knew that we had to devise a plan of rescue. We named him “Buford.” He graciously posed for a portrait. Then, after some careful thought and planning, we proceeded to use a combination of kitchen implements, a folding chair, and some gentle coaxing to safely retrieve him from the ceiling fixture. For his bravery, he was treated to some Thanksgiving leftovers. What a feast! Then, with a full belly and an unbelievable story to tell, we released him into the night. Godspeed, Buford. And Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!


“Abandoned Car” | Anthony Satori
“You’re going to pass something down no matter what you do, or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.”
— John Steinbeck
Deliberately envision how you wish your world to look, and then take thoughtful, focused action toward that result. Choose to make the world a more beautiful place. Choose to make it a more peaceful, free and compassionate place. Be an active agent of light.

“Gary Snyder, Zen Poet” | Santa Barbara, California, 2015 | Anthony Satori
“In the mountains, there you feel free.”
— T. S. Eliot
Campbell Hall, UCSB, California, November, 2015
It is an odd juxtaposition to watch a poet whose primary subject matter is nature, mountains and wilderness put on a tie, stand at a podium, and talk about his work in one of the least wilderness-like places conceivable: a university lecture hall. You get the feeling of a creature out if his element, a proverbial fish-out-of-water… handling the environment with admirable aplomb, yet periodically, and involuntarily, gasping for air.
The evening began strangely enough, with Snyder delivering a seemingly unprovoked 20-minute lecture on how we (the audience) were all inept at water conservation — although arguably from a place of authority, since he does live on a self-sustaining commune.
This was followed (thankfully) by some enjoyable, yet seemingly random, readings of poetry from some of his more obscure collections (oddly excluding both the entire “Beat Generation” era and his most recent book release).
The event then proceeded to attain new heights of awkwardness upon the introduction of an inexplicably antagonistic interviewer. To paraphrase a sample exchange: Interviewer: “One farmer said that he grew the best oranges by looking at everyone around him and doing exactly the opposite of what they did. Is this essentially what you are doing on the commune?” Snyder: “No. We’re not that dumb.” Ouch.
Almost regardless of venue, however, to hear a veritable institution of literature speak, read and discuss poetry and articulate his views on writing and life is a worthy experience. Up until now, Gary Snyder has inhabited the status of an almost quasi-fictional Beat Poet/Zen Madman character to me, someone who existed only on the pages of Jack Kerouac novels and in my imagination. Now, by virtue of this experience, his glowing apparition has been immortalized in my mind, and has, simultaneously, been made real.


“Legacy” | Anthony Satori
“Everyone must leave something in the room or left behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so that your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.”
— Ray Bradbury

“Vibrant” | Anthony Satori
” ‘Just living is not enough,’ said the butterfly, ‘One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.’ ”
— Hans Christian Anderson
While recently walking near water, I came upon a shiny, dark-leafed flower. The sunlight reflected off its surfaces beautifully, playing boldly with the reflectivity of its robust petals, softly enhancing the remarkable natural coloring of its bloom. The plant seemed to be almost consciously trying to show me that there was light emanating from deep within its heart. This was nature using color and texture to express a true inner vibrancy, presenting an expression of pure illumination before my very eyes. Moments later, the sun shifted. The colors became more subtle, more subdued. But not before I managed to immortalize the inner sparkle of this flower, in this moment, in all its wonder.


“Dandelion” | Anthony Satori
“Nothing is worth more than this day.”
— Goethe

“Warm Summer Night” | Anthony Satori
“I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, to stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, to be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough… I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.”
— Walt Whitman

“Days of Wine and Sunshine” | Anthony Satori
“My joys here are great, because they are very simple and spring from the everlasting elements: the pure air, the sun, the sea and the wheaten loaf.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis