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Mirrors Through Friendship

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Evwn though people may polish their face,
they tend to neglect to polish their lives.
While they quietly wash off a stain from their face,
they remain unconcerned about stains in their lives.

Still, we see the stains in others' lives.
Let us compassionately provide a mirror for them
in their religious practice and in our friendship.
We help take the stains off them and ourselves
through our interactive practice.
Our mentor provides a mirror of what would could be,
and encourages us to use the mirror of practice
to get there.
This is the way we become united in friendship.
Let there be no more reason
for stains of tears of suffering,
only for tears of joy of genuine friendship!


Time Is - To Create Hihest Value

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Let not time just burn up the past.
Let it burn in the eternal present
within our heart
as a vow to pool our time
as one with others, thus transforming it.

No line can be made thin enough
to divide the past from the future,
thus it does not exist.

Rather, past and future are all contained
in the instant of the present
we share and multiply with others,
drawing no line between us.

[There are no simple lines,
simple cascades, no hierarchies,
they all turn out to be networks,
crinkly webs of life,
all supporting each other.]

Like quantic phenomena,
[the collapse of Schroedinger's wave equation]
we exist because of others' observations,

but in this crinkly universe
can we truly draw any line
separating observer from the observed?

By observing ourselves,
through our appreciation to others,

we create our own true existence...
simultaneously a web of supporting life
creates itself in echo.

The past seems frozen, dead,
but we can transform all its significance,

as if reaching and curing the dead,
as we learn from deepest burning experiences,
how to transmute and forge the future, forever.

The answer for all, ever,
is found in this unique instant,
in our unique point
in existence, our unique view,
our unique offering.

Blossom and then offer yourself like a bouquet of flowers.
Though it may seem to wilt, it is just like fireworks
melting eternal into the darkness of another's heart.
We blossom brighter in darkness,
spring from the dark earth of suffering,
burning so as to create...

a forest of treasure towers,
of true passionate democracy
actually eternally intricately dancing

the past with the glorious future.

Forward

by

Philip Claude Andermann

When I "go,"
what can I take with me
except what I leave behind for others?

I live on in others' lives,
a living teaching by example.

Truly, I never end at skin or death.
We each increasingly contain the universe.

Especially, I am you, you are me, in our prayers,
and each the same one and likewise into the future.
But how can we be the same, when we seem so different?
We are different so we can fill each other's gaps,
and close all distance of space-time separating hearts.

Together we form the DNA of "one-human",
from us flows the genetics of cause and effect,
the web and TISSUE
of mutually supporting cause and effect,

apparently random points of causes
devoted to a Law, algorithm,
that by chaos mathematics
add up to form an "organism" [BUDDHA/GOD?]
actually expressing the uncreated conscience of our race -
no, of all life
(for only by embracing all life -
and mountains, oceans, stars -
can we truly embrace each other, and vice versa).

When we live on in others in this way,
our race will live on and on,
and all life will unfold its true potential.

The information of our life lives on through time and space through this generating algorithm, or Law.

We are each a diamond,
and a facet reflecting containing all diamonds.
We are formed from deepest pressures
and we create deepest creative pressures,
reaching backward we create ourselves
and are uncreated.
Together (crystal growing) we are the ones
who can create diamonds everywhere in the universe
(or eyes for the universe to see its own beauty),
the whole contained (reflected) in each of its parts.

If we claim we can live on and on,
we may of course ask, how can human life be eternal
given the Big Bang
and that the human pecies has been around on Earth
a relatively short time?
The answer lies in application of this algorithm, or Law.

Space-time is the surface of a sphere
that has no boundaries, no singularities,
no beginning or end,
even with an apparent Big Bang and Heat Death,
and countless cosmoses
that may appear to come and go (inter-creating)
similarly exist, contain each other,
and dialogue with each other.

The universe we perceive both expands and does not expand. (From one perspective the 4 OF 10 dimensions have not uncurled.)
Were you to travel on a photon time would seem to go infinitely fast
and it would arrive at its destination infinitely soon.
Or rather, was its distance in space-time 0?
Subatomic particles interact quantically instantaneously across vast distances.
Or rather, is their distance apart in space-time simply 0? From one viewpoint, is every point in space-time
actually the same point?
(Ex. is each electron the same?)

Does this "one-point" extend across different cosmoses - information transmitted across cosmoses
though this algorithm or Law?
The countless universes created out of each Big Bang (though many not containing life),
each far vaster than we perceive;
the countless Big Bangs
created out of a quantic foam;
the many-worlds concept
of constant quantic "universe-splitting"; -
seemingly impossibly, actually truly interacting?

All this may be up to us, in this instant when civilization appears about to self-destruct!
*****
The human being, in this infinity, infinity, of universes? YES, working together in compassion based on the Law.
Only then, can the Universe as one see itself.

For the potential power WITHIN is INFINITE.
All we must do is confront the Fundamental Darkness
through the mirror ithin, and in those around us.

We may seem like a vast, vast tree
rushing the uncharted clouds.
But we are far, far more.
We have the microphone for the human heart, to reach each human heart.
Then the organ of the true human heart
united as one
can feed and move the Universe.]

Just start with the person
IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Just start with the person IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Just start with the person
IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Immortality

by

Philip Claude Andermann

We are all one entity,
call it "nam-myoho-renge-kyo in Buddhism."
(Each electron is the same one and different,
and also each mortal human ...)
We feed each other,
and donating ourselves from the bottom of our universe
make each other immortal.
Only in this way do we each uniquely
feed and move the Universe.
Make each second immortal
by containing each other,
in our prayers and words and deeds.

The Mirror to See Gratitude

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Mentor: a role model acting as a mirror, for our potential.
Disciple: polishing the mirror within
to change oneself to inspire others.

AS ONE, teaching mutual gratitude.
We need a mirror to see
and thus liberate this HEALING sun
for all.

Leader

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Be the Archimedean fulcrum
for each person
to move the Earth,
through uniting all
with one’s personal mentor's Heart.
Moved, move!

The Tug for Peace

by

Philip Claude Andermann

In a tug of war,
the fewer on each side,
the stronger each pulls.
There is a tug of war in each of us: the Buddha/God_ vs the "Devil."
When we take full responsibility for that,
we can take full responsibility in our tug for peace:
we win.
And vice versa.
Start Peace one on one.
Then we're tugging with our personal Mentor -
pulling many with us.

My Dream of Peace

by

Philip Claude Andermann

[co-authored with my 10-year-old son Charlie]
Peace is my asking, "How are you?",
caring about your dream in life.
Together, we can make our dreams a reality.
The breath of hope that
moves you fills my sails,
on the same boat.
Together, we can cross oceans in an instant
with our imagination.
My dream is to
TRANSFORM the ocean called "Humanity,"
into a geat heart beating.

Million dollar missiles flying over the heads of people
who make one or two dollars a day,
shows a failure of imagination.
Rather, words
can be bullets of mercy
penetrating others' hearts.
Words get under the skin.
Words aren't just "black" or "white" or "colored,"
like ink or skin.
There are priceless human bodies and lives
under their letters' "skin-niness".
And the echoes of conversations
can be the sparkles of diamonds' skin.
Their glow lights up the cracks of difference that divide us.
In those great cracks,
by talking we can find and mine the greatest jewels.
Those are seeds of realization
from the deep heart of humanity's planet.
Words are free.
Words that are treasured and lovingly shared release freedom's power.
They put terrorism to sleep.

Forty years ago,
Dr. Martin Luther King's words echoed across America's capital:
"I have a dream - that one day
my children will be judged not by the color of their skin,
but by the content of their character."
My dream as an African-American-Human
is to glow and grow in character,
so that with my mentor,
I can spread the words of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" to all children.
I WILL SUMMON THE SUN.

Beyond Where Imagination Can Carry Us

by

Philip Claude Andermann

How can we sink
When we can fly?
We have wings wings far beyond Daedalus,
Far beyond imagination can carry us.
"Le mot imposible n’existe pas."
Le mot. A single word,
Vow - to accomplish world peace.
Heart to heart, even a word, one by one.

The Leaf of Life

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Be that Leaf,
that quantum-computing
converts sunlight and CO2 into life-energy,
and save the energy and ALL world problems
through combining INNER light with "the bad" [CO2]
with that billions-years old method
of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,
or the Principle of Devotion
to the Buddhahood in all life, in everything.

We Write Our Destiny, Mercifully

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Death and the recycling of rebirth refreshing
are the nonlinear works of
an infinitely creative sustainable universe;
It seems like the work of an author
who can reveal the truth more clearly through brilliant fiction,
using the simple rules of language;
but it is we using the simple cause and effect Law
of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,
Law of devotion to the Buddha nature in everything,
to reveal its-our creativity immanently
through refreshing others:
the Law of Mercy.

The Rule of Humanism

by

Philip Claude Andermann

An infinite inter-reflecting network-tissue of cause and effect actually creates all space-time,
though it greatly transcends it,
generating relativity, quantum physics, and far more,
inter-reacting between all cosmoses complexly,
but all based on simple rules.
Deep within that network,
from that immortal, unlimited spark in the depths of your heart,
you make the true rule real,
of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,
of devotion to the Buddha nature in everything,
your Vow for a New Life
rebounding heart to heart...
and thus...
Everywhere.

To Become a Genius of Humanism

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Put a stethoscope to another's heart
and you have the microphone
to reach the world,
and the telescope to set the furthest stars
to wonder.

Just really listen to the music in your heart,
and the world will hear.
Never forget it, and the world will never forget it.
That music is the heartbeat of others. Just listen.
Thusly listen truly to your Mentor's heart
and be his voice.

Xie Xie

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Thank You, Xie Xie,
Domo Arigato, Danke Schoen, Merci, Gracias, Grazie, Obrigado, Spasiba, ...

Only with a sense of gratitude
does life make sense.
Sense and gratitude feed each other,
make us human, thank others who are all too human;
empower us to empower others to be more human.

Only with a sense of gratitude
toward that which empowers one
to live a life of sense and mercy
does life make most sense.
One can move the universe
without intellectually understanding why.
One can limitlessly empower science
to unleash the hidden value of the universe.

Starting by saying "thank you"
to the Buddha nature in all humans, in all life,
unleashes a chain reaction of beauty
beyond the palette of any artist;
beauty is found in the heart, not the face;
rather, there it make all faces beautiful,
makes all face the beauty within.
This is the saying and constant resultant sharing of
the words "Nam myoho renge kyo,"
in every person's language.

Wisdom and Intelligence

by

Philip Claude Andermann

What is true intelligence?
Knowing what you don't know
by inventing the mirror to see it.

More Joyous

by

Philip Claude Andermann

What about you seems to get younger as you get older?
That because the seconds seem more limited
they get more joyously priceless.

Becoming Me

by

Philip Claude Andermann

How do you know you are you?
I am told so by my memories and senses and muscles.
I tell others by treating them as I would have them treat me
[as if we were all the same].

Only Together

by

Philip Claude Andermann

What is the sound of one hand clapping?
My offering the other hand.

He Who Opens a School Door, Closes a Prison

by

Philip Claude Andermann


Like Gandhi, transform the prison [of destiny]
into a palace of the heart.
Educate ourselves to be able to read
the history books our children and theirs will write about us,
how we nourished and educated them.
Transcend Plato's dark Cave of Ignorance
by offering the entire world INTO our open heart,
for the sake of our children.
Gandhi said that we carry our own cave with us.
Well, we can carry the entire world of the future
on our shoulders with love
if we share the humanist wisdom knowledge has given us.
Open the door to the sun!

The Weaving of Interdependence

by

Philip Claude Andermann

In passion
locked as one
standing outside themselves
in the melded oneness of the Absolute.
Of the Vow.

Prometheus

by

Philip Claude Andermann

BECAUSE alone in night
I saw the lonely.
Because I stole the fire of stars t' warm them,
I burned with weariness
when at last revived they shone like dawn;
but then I saw the sun was mine,
would never set inside me,
the sun which rose alone.

One Word Can Inspire

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Even the sun dies.
Hope does not.
**
Hope just changes form,
like water.
Jo Ju E Ku.
It eludes the net
of any capture or description.
It can be evoked by a single word.
**
The constancy of change
- change no net can capture -
is controlled by an infinitely fine net of cause and effect
the tissue of life infinitely self-reflecting
self-encompassing, infinite
contained in the infinitesimal.
It is an equation of all life
beyond all symbols
but providing the words, the notes, the genius to write your life
uplifting all universes.
Your Beethoven score
is the Rosetta stone
beyond transposing
beyond mirroring
to inspire infinite growing scores, scripts
intercontaining
dialoguing.
A single word from the heart suffices.

Seed of Hope

by

Philip Claude Andermann

True joy is a lone flower
plucked from the bottom of a person's heart
to offer someone in whose heart it mysteriously
roots and blossoms:
who no matter how much
would pluck it to return it CANNOT,
because the two hearts have become one.

Eternal Hope!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

I do feel your pain, and yours.
It could crush me.
Yet it also makes my personal pains seem like nothing.
Beneath each pain I feel eternal hope.

In pain & hope, birth & death, we seem to find the great equalizers
that bond us as closer than family.
Of course each one is different, unique, that unique shape we exactly need:
in the light of Buddhahood we find the way to use each unique shape
to fill each others' gaps
to build something eternal:
a treasure tower that dances
spanning cosmoses, that makes cosmoses dance.

We all experience the same ten worlds, or conditions of life:
each in unique fashion.
In each of the lower nine worlds exists a light, the world of Buddhahood.
When we find the light in the world we are in, we can share it
with those others in the nine worlds.
In so doing, we light our path, mission ahead.
Thus spreading, each uniquely lights up a path ahead
catalyzing in individual, society, nature all critical reagents interacting.
Good & evil, life & death, matter & spirit, power & influence, each interact inextricably
like an eternal upward double helix of life DNA
seemingly separating only so as to reform.

The dancing matrix of light only seen through dark.

The Buddha is never at ease until there is universal Peace and Fulfillment.
That journey is infinite because so is the Universe.
Only within such unease and transience
is something eternal to be found far beyond perfection,
that reforms always.

That infinity exists in every fraction of atom, it dances through every level.
At the same time, it does NOT exist without YOU:
this crucial moment.
Your reaching out!
I reach your hand.

Eternal Life

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Only by dancing with another
do I learn the words to the music of life's dance.
Yet only if I listen to my heart can I hear another's.
There is a conductor to it all I must follow.
S/he is summoned by the song of all humanity.

Lo, we are the sun raising and scaling hope's echo mountains
loaned to us to return to our partner, the future.
Dancing upward, share the cup of gratitude always full.

You and I, Two Wings

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Life has no meaning
unless we attain world peace everting self-destruction,
which seems impossible.
We stand at the edge of a precipice -
but find we have wings!
There are terrible and glorious mountains ahead.
They all emerge from the earth.
We have wings not because we are angels.
But because we find infinite meaning in each other,
and thus ourselves.
We have vowed a ceremony in the air, the heart.
Each tiniest step through the dirt
reveals therein the jewels
of an arisen inner tower-mountain
opening its wings,
raising peace.

Youth!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

"Where does wind come from? Why does it blow?" asked Edison as a boy.
He re-invented America.
"Where does my life come from? Why am I here? What is my mission in life?" youth now asks.

Youth, dare to re-invent yourself!!!
Now is the time to re-invent America again!!!
Because now after Edison everything has changed
except our way of thinking.
Advance through the new threatening jungle
absolutely fearless as a lion.
You are the just, passionate king who must lead in utterly new ideas for solutions, for protecting all.
Evolution has brought us to this precipice
requiring different revolution
within, worldwide, embracing all species.
A unique new frontier empire to conquer uniting all
in dialogue, transformed justice of parent, teacher, popular sovereignty
unleashing in all the power to transform all suffering.
This generation shall resolve the fate of life
four billion years old.
This is "why" you were born!!!!!!!!!!
I was born to help and give you this freedom.
Freedom to "blow" past every obstacle boundlessly.
Returning my debt of gratitude to you, to what gave me life and meaning - above all, to our mentor.

Reincarnation and Recycling, July 4th

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Reincarnation involves faith in the unseen,
as an extension of what we perceive,
that life does not end at skin or death
and a law of cause and effect prevails in life,
[ultimately but actually simultaneously]
most especially the cause for "Buddhahood,"
leading to robust "sustainable" peace.

Now, it could be said
that if we could figure out how reincarnation,
the ultimate 100% recycling program, works,
then we could figure out the recycling problems of the world
to make it robustly sustainable!
In fact, that is true!

The logistics of sufficiently improving world recycling [or just of cultural festivals for that matter] seem dauntlessly complex!
Partly it is resolved by reforming the market mechanism,
which drives the infinite complexity of our economy
- near infinite chains of causation -
partly hidden by abstractions.
Yet to do even this correctly
we have to closely study the reality of these
complexities.
It involves much technology.
But when we zoom in, we come to the individual
and his or her perceived microcosm.
Our Mentor said that in studying the microcosm we can understand the universal.
Today especially one's actions rapidly ripple out
to touch many others beyond one's perception.
This may likely include [vast?]scientific phenomena we do not understand yet.
But key is to understand
"It starts with me. It starts from now."

Now is July 4th, night of fireworks.
Just as the bouquets of fireworks do not just wilt and die into the night, but melt
into our memory, our hearts, and live on,
so does the bouquet of kindness we find within
to give another
live on, and spread.
Repeating at first such random acts of kindness -
emerging bouquets of light from the dark earth of our heart -
becomes a habit, a character, and then a spreading wisdom.
A single word from one heart to another is sufficient,
to spark love that is wise action into fire of new dawn.
That dark night, of death and of all we cannot see, is no void,
need not be evil,
is filled
with bouquets offered,
pulses palpably throughout with passion of love!
What we pass on to another is never lost,
is more than recycled.
That great night of "myo" is not some God of love outside we must appeal to.
Even if no-one taught us, all that love exists within, - the Buddha -,
and a single word from the bottom of the heart
to the heart of another
suffices,
reverberating endlessly inwardly and outward,
and all the trash that was our lives is recycled, transforming
suffering
into wisdom of value-creation, resolving all logistics,
of how to create sustainable peace.

Just understand that eternity exists in the heart,
in this second,
of the Vow shared with the mentor.
Amid the infinite complexities,
as even in some vast war,
a single word of wise compassion suffices,
survives
and as sustaining flame spreads forever.

Creating Value

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Money's value to us truly is the slave
to how much we liberate others in our relationship with them,
how much we liberate our natural environment with our hand and love;
it all is faith in each other's honor of it,
and it all lives in the circulation of it
and of love.

Rebirth of Our Entire Family

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Our family grew like a child.

Like a child learning to paint,
the texture of our world refined
from daubs of feelings to skilled weaving, of words
we teasingly clothed ourselves with, and to beyond...

Words of love softened into warm skin
of family's arms linking our caring.

THE BRUSH OF A SINGLE WORD OF OUR LOVE
CAN REPAINT THE WORLD.

May even a single word of our love
grow to be a great teacher
for our children - thus their world -
that they may truly create, conceive
a new meaning for our parents' lives

and their love.

We're All Related Through Eternity

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Music needs rests.
Life needs death.
We cannot find deepest happiness
in silence of eternal solitude.
Yet we cannot hear others without a silence
to hear our heart.
Yet we hear our heart in the song of prayer-vow for others,
and in the silence for those who passed beyond...
all of them our parents
still singing.

Catharthis

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Dance of black and white keys
of Beethoven piano sonata.
Ripple of resonance of synapse weight connections.
Seeming infinite mathematical complexity.
But within, memories are re-composed:
suddenly, the infinite complexities of life pruned seem much simpler.
**
The wind in the forest whisks away the dead leaves
as it plays the keyboards of giant sensei trees.

Change

by

Philip Claude Andermann

We don't want change,
but we change all the time;
we want stability, but nothing
we know and love is stable.
We want to keep what we have,
but we keep looking
for things to acquire.
We want to be here, but we travel on.
**
According to one Einstein model,
if we keep traveling straight no matter what angle
we will wind up where we started.
But let us then truly see our place,
understand it, understand ourself, through our travels,
for the first time.
Look too deep into your environment
and you will see yourself reflected
everywhere.
If you are reflected in everything,
change yourself
and you will change everything.
**
Keep looking at that reflection
and that inextinguishable change will become meaningful.
**
Keep really looking at others
and you will find your heart
reaching out to others',
to the bond of mutual liberation,
to the bond of the infinite changing web of life.

Knowing

by

Philip Claude Andermann

We kill without passion
those we do not know,
but we do all we can
to save those we do know.
So let us know each other.

Victory in "Rock The Era" Festival

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Nothing can stop us now from our dance.
The tears in the hurtling wind carry us forward
in joytears as we race toward unity of peace.
We are the Rock that nothing can destroy
because it dances.
We youth are the Era
that revives life 4 billion years old.
Our arms are never for war, only for hugging the Buddha
within all, for exercising a practice that never ends
its joy.

Harmonize With a Deeper Order

by

Philip Claude Andermann

It is hard to be happy in our house when the houses around us are burning. Then, we have to try to put the world in order.
But there is plenty of water in the world to put out those fires.
We have to harmonize in compassion with our neighbors.
we have to find and pump the harmonious waters of inspiration within ourselves.
In trying to put the world in order we seem to have put it out of order.
But the way to handle it is to harmonize with our neighbors, with Nature who gave us birth, repaying our debt of gratitude to everything
which together make up a deeper Order
we can tap to further deepen it.

TRANSFORMING OBSTACLES!

by

Philip Claude Andermann


THE HEART OF THE MENTOR:
A boulder in the way of the weak
becomes a stepping stone in the path of the strong.
Let us climb mountains and become stronger so we can enjoy the view on the way,
and from the top the vast vista of the mountains ahead..
Let us build mountains with paths of victories that others we teach can climb like stepping on our shoulders moving forward through all the mountains emerging from the depths of our heart.
Let us climb atop each other's mountains creating a human pyramid
suspended by the law of the sun rising alone
revealing the glorious future ahead, and that the lead weight we were carrying (strengthening us) was really gold.

We have been following a mentor
who would greet a stranger like a long-lost child,
like a lion turning toward the moon suddenly revealed by clouds
revealing the mountain he has been composedly climbing
until the storm is totally penetrated and passed.
We his children are lion cubs growing to teach other lion cubs
with growing passion and power of youth.
It is the roar of lions, of mentor and disciple praying as one,
challenging all injustice and suffering,
reaching at last the ocean of humanity, at first roaring like the waves crashing on the shore,
then roaring to crush the angry waves of the ocean of humanity
till the ocean becomes a vast road to all hearts.
Every wall that we encountering stopping us we transform into an ocean to swim across.
Every star that we encounter in another's night shall guide us and we shall reach, and transform into suns.
For the sun blazes rising in our heart, far more significantly and uniquely for the cosmos than the physical violence of suns.
My friend, regardless if whether you be the storm in the smile or the smile in the storm, you now have a unique mission working with others to save humanity.
My friend, soak that sun in, with your eyes, your deeds - the sun of PASSION AND HOPE!!!
Finally soar upon that wind on the infinite wings of prayer and action!

Re today's Christian Funeral Service

by

Philip Claude Andermann

In that Shakespeare poem "The quality of mercy is not strained" - today -
You are that unique "Monarch"
Who can fly anywhere
Without the parent around to teach -.
You reveal your deceased father’s love and mercy
By placing your "crown"
Upon the future generation.
Buddha is behind everything,
But everything conceals Buddha.
Things are black and creatures are opaque
But to have mercy to a being
- "pray for mercy" as that poem says -
Is to render her transparent.
Even if she cannot see you.
She can follow your back in example,
Back to the freedom
Of true unstrained mercy.

Science and Religion

by

Philip Claude Andermann

All the simple equations expand and combine,
expand into a vast GALAXY
of complex splendor
encompassing countless lives,
and coalesce into a simple
formula of proof, truth
self-reflecting by which each glowing life
embraces transforming, each and every other.

To My Friend

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The beautiful spirit within you
Is incorruptible and indivisible, and imperishable.
Is is a point of fire within,
Which nothing can limit,
And nothing extinguish:
Feel it burning even in the marrow of our bones,
And see it flashing in the depths of the heavens.

The Truly Adaptable Creature

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Our nature, relationships
and nature
are all mirrors of each other.
Truly solving the current problem of nature
will transform
the other two.

Eyes

by

Philip Claude Andermann

It could be said
that humanity provides an eye
for nature, the cosmos,
to see its own beauty
for the first time.

Instead, the impending threat of nature
will provide the eye for humanity,
all uniting in response,
to see itself for the first time.

Birthday Limerick for Anne

by

Philip Claude Andermann

There once was a lady named Anne,
who said, "I'll do more than I can."
Her birthday came round,
on the stairs she fell down.
"No problem, I still make my stand."

The Global Family

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The family of humanity
has now become crowded together
as in one room.
Tighten with your immediate family
with vertical bonds of time,
and you will find the seed
for all hearts to blossom eternally.

Mission Transcending Death

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Our Father and Mother seem Creators of Our Universe.
[All life of Meaning comes from Unison.]
We now are, and propagate, their Love, in the way we Live.
The odds of our conception would seem infinitesimal, but we are here:
this can only be for some Reason - that we have a Mission.

The odds that in bopping down the old "pinball machine" we would pass out into the world in between them would seem infinitesimal.
But without having to think, from the bottom of our "heart" we chose our path, we chose them.
We chose them so they could complete their mission, by our fulfilling our Mission.
And so on down through the generations...
But rippling outward every person we touch changes conceptions
everywhere, changes who is conceived; we co-conceive them.
In an even deeper sense, every person we touch becomes a different person, for it:
every person we touch becomes our child.
It does not happen coincidentally: we choose it.
Just as we choose every person to be our parent:
and we can only do this properly if we choose our Father, our Mother, to be Unique to us.

We can only do this properly if we choose our Mentor to be Unique to us, by becoming Equal to our Mentor, and creating the next "Equal-to-our-Mentor!"
We can only do this properly if we embrace all Humanity, Life,
into our body as one
and utterly personally Determine that Humanity shall survive
Forever
no matter the squabbles, the tears,
so the lives of all past, present and future may Live on in Meaning,
ever deepening!

"Priestley" was far deeper than a Priest, representing his seeking compassionate mind. Through shakubuku by your behavior, you shall crown him King
of a World of true, triumphant permanent Humanity!
You are far more than Cordelia, the true one, who felt she had nothing to offer her father King Lear, though she offered her Life. You shall lead him past his transient State of Confusion
to an Enlightenment
far beyond belief!!

I, too, shall be sending prayer
with every atom of my being!
We are all with you.

Thank You

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Those are the two words the world understands
and can and will say back.
Let them echo ever stronger
within and out of our heart
changing the world
so everyone can understand
their reasons they should say "thank you."

Actor's Mirror - To Take Act-ion!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the most beautiful of all?"
Looking in the mirror
I may see much that I don't like.
It is only when I see another beside me in that mirror
that I do see true beauty:
to reach out
beyond that mirror
to that other
determined to show beauty -
and show that the mirror shows the way out to reality,
to real beauty,
to write my true script.
to inspire the world.

Power of Prayer and Action

by

Philip Claude Andermann

There is a thundering waterfall
that not only shakes the world and my heart
but will feed every life form everywhere
and power-generate every star
of hope therein,
flowing forever forward
in to eternity.
It - is all fed by sweat and tears of infinite hope.

Waterfall Rainbow

by

Philip Claude Andermann

There is a thundering waterfall
that not only shakes the world and my heart
but will feed every life form everywhere
and power-generate every star
of hope therein,
flowing forever forward
in to eternity.
It - is all fed by sweat and tears of infinite hope.

Be First

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The first butterfly
of Hope
creates Spring.

Song of Peace

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Just listen to the music in your heart,
and the world will never forget it.
That music is the heartbeat of others.
Just listen.
Thus listen to our Sensei's heart
and no matter what be his voice.

Listen

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Put a stethoscope to another's heart,
and you have the microphone
to reach the world,
and the telescope
to set the furthest stars
to wonder.

Your Word

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Repaint the World
with the brush
of a single kind Word,
thus revealing the invisible Buddha
within.

Blossoming Rose

by

Philip Claude Andermann

You can pluck the priceless rose
at the bottom of your heart
and offer it with your behavior.
You have not lost it,
because the two hearts have become one.

The Viewing

by

Philip Claude Andermann

What we view
Discarded by the earth,
About to be re-entered to it,
Shall emerge dancing from the earth
To restore it,
In how the world views
Our awakening
To embrace
Others:
The Buddhist Bodhisattva Never-Disparaging.

To Be Evermore Alive

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The rules by which we interact
may be simple.
The result may be complex,
or constantly evolving patterns
easily predictable, or not,
perhaps evermore alive.
Will we break the rules?
Will they break or change our hearts?
How do we change the rules
when we truly change our heart?

Eternally Free Within

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The wind leaps eternally, uncatchable, free,
from flower to flower
so they dance.
But you are a flower
dancing to a wind from within,
the hope you pass into everyone's heart,
so they may all dance
eternally with their freedom.

Eden on Earth

by

Philip Claude Andermann

If you are the flower,
then let me be "Adama"
(Hebrew for "topsoil")
for you to grow.

Touched

by

Philip Claude Andermann

You are one of so many flowers.
But if you should die,
so would I.
Such is it to have felt the touch
of Life.

Awaken Past Death

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Death is sleep, refreshment.
Life seems to flash forward like some dream.
We awaken to the eternity in each moment
When we find infinity in the person in front of us,
And thus can truly awaken all those who sleep.
A single word_
To keep one’s word, one’s Vow.

Sonatas of Eternal Growth

by

Philip Claude Andermann

I have climbed the tree of my friends' lives
in their palms with my fingers
which read as on leaves
of paper
that we are comrades bound, hand in hand.

No, we grow together to INSCRIBE our fate together,
to leave behind written a Sonata of eternal beauty.

In winter
silhouetted against eternal heavens
even after the tree of life connecting us is skeleton
every lifeline fully inscribed,
each revealed by different
lines of the same tree:

Yet in Spring I return a different leaf, having climbed
to a higher branch in a
now-taller tree we grew together
bound life-to-life to all the
hands of my youthfully
climbing
friends
inscribing further.

Out of plain wand of wood the magic flowers,
the winds of change touch them
to fruit to a tiny universe
waiting to Fall with us. ...
a different tree, a different
air of breath, but the same

Wind shaking hands.

Out of magic, now worn hands tremble
but no, it is not the winds that mock our transience,
it is we keyboard Maestros of ETERNAL experience
who united CONTROL
AND PLAY THE WINDS
with the Sonatas of eternal growth.

To the Next Stage, of Life

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Actress prepares,
a looking glass for - a vast audience.
So many roles in life
as if projected onto many screens:
not a movie, none could ever replay your part.
With steady hand write your own
script:
True artist, stroke by stroke you paint a ray of hope
that projects into people's
hearts
that reflects their hidden
dreams,
that limelights for them and then others those
inspirational roles
you inspire them to LIVE with you.

The Seed of Seeds

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Seed who would be a beautiful flower
signalling a million others of Spring to rise

Seed, reach to the earth with roots
and thus beyond the shadow of the earth

like the moon

craggy seed in night
always drawn to the Earth,
moon rising
transcending its cragginess
to suffuse the night with its glow

Inspiring a million lovers
that Spring is for all, is NOT FOR ONE ALONE.

Living Words of Hope and Sharing

by

Philip Claude Andermann

We can discover the beautiful
words to the music
of life's dance

by however clumsily
dancing our best.

That is their message
whose beauty we multiply

by sharing our own song of hope.

Peace Ceremony in the Air

by

Philip Claude Andermann

No camera could record it.

In order to climb this mountain in my life
recording it like a movie in my heart
I touched this tool and that person
who glow as with the paint of my appreciation
even when it is night for me:
trail of my progress, inspired to inspire
and guide others to follow.

In this way, paint stroke by paint stroke
(lit up from within)
I wish to project my movie all over for all the
world to see.

Your problem is mine, your mountain is my steppingstone
for mine.
I have the biggest mountain, world peace and your
happiness,
and yours too.
But we ALL climb that same, invisible mountain,
so step on my victories, my mountains, my
shoulders,
to climb it.

The sun of the heart rises defing gravity.
How can a pyramid of men and women all climb each other?
It is a pyramid, a mountain which does not exist yet.
It is a journey yet to be recorded on this world,
it is a ceremony in the air, a living mural which can
only be evoked
in the cosmos of the heart
everyone's heart
stroke by stroke with the paint of mutual appreciation
daring to share the joy of true sharing.

Lifting the Veil

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Skin:
a veil
of feelng.
All your feelings
unveil all in the world refreshing,
Veil all evil:
with your true feelings, live!

Hunt for Treasure Within

by

Philip Claude Andermann

How can we possibly
Truly find each other
In our vast inner spaces?...

When we turn the stars
In others' dim nights
Into revealing suns.

Your Heart

by

Philip Claude Andermann

If your written words
stay black and white
I have not read them.


Mapping the Future

by

Philip Claude Andermann

> My mind is full of maps.
> What map could trace
> The movement and change of these maps?
> Only a true mirror of the heart...


Unbreakable

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Should someone be able to part you and I
With a trick line,
S/he'd break every heart,
For everywhere we touch
Only by touching another heart.


Centripital Force

by

Philip Claude Andermann

No, our universe will not expand
with our thinking it all revolves around us;
rather,
then we are shrinking.


Her Story

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Do we write history?
Only if woman writes herstory.


Sensei's Heart

by

Philip Claude Andermann

sensei's worn hands
brown leaves
forest keyboard resonates

wind's young hands dance
blizzard of doubts
winter took the sensei

but not his spring handshakes


Fireworks!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Bouquets melted not into darkness
But into
the people's hearts


Her Gift [[correction]]

by

Philip Claude Andermann



It was here we kissed, the dancer and I.
I feel as she who I lost to love
were now here again.
Garden pond's sparkling ripples:
reflected, is that her face dissolving
into laughter spread to liquid suns?
Ripples of Time's unseen current: cool dusk wind;
defying old Time, she dances now
EVERYWHERE, clothed in woven waves
of flower-suns,
other bursting suns.
My cupped hands reach out again...

That time as she faded into the ripples of a crowd..
I had held her sparkle, as now a gem
in the cup of my hands
reaching out after her in confusion;
in the cup of my hand, of my life.

I never saw her again...
It seems so many days,
yet in the crowd of one thousand people I meet,
with them I've explored, as in a garden
of sunflowers bursting forth at last under the sun:
her gift before me, eternal
in my heart.

I may never see her again...
It seems so many days,
yet in the crowd of one thousand people I meet,
with them I've explored, as in a garden
of sunflowers bursting forth under the sun:
her gift before me, eternal
in my heart.

I may not see her, for all her wonderful warmth will be glowing inside me.
I will see her everywhere,
for her wonderful gift was to teach me to see,
to sincerely respond to and develop
the glowing warmth injerent in everyone.

Yes, I need not holf her face captive of my hands,
my eyes.
She left me something in that crowd:
THE BEAUTY OF PEOPLE.

My hands took her gift.
My life accepts it.
My eyes now see
clearly to move forward.

As I rise now at dawn from that mirror
to the flow of times in reality
the sun of her warmth leads
beside me.

My friend, I would give you her gift to give another...
to another to return to her
I lost in love,
her gift of love.
Lost in love, how can I return it to her,
her gift to love?

My friends in the crowd at dawn.
Did she already give you her gift?
YOU ALL SMILE BACK AT ME...


Her Gift

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Where is America going?

Torch of liberty. Stars and stripes in the wind. Symbols of hope?
I watched for a moment, waiting.
Was the sun rising in dawn or was it sinking into night
and merely stars?
Today I watch again.
Rays casting stripes on rippling water from the horizon:
against sky and water
I now see stars AND stripes.
Not half-mast in mourning, raise the flag of honor high.

This morning, now raise the torch to shine the harbor,
the sun of myoho baton
brought to us by
Marathon Man.

Only a few know the joy New York must express,
in explosion of joy.
But clarion notes in echo one by one awaken to life
dreams of a people
collected from all the universe.
As if a NEW kind of instrument, never before heard,
expresses and aarousing drenches with hopes
wishes SO LONG common to ALL peoples.

New York Island, one by one as transient stars dim,
true lights of hope in people's HEARTS
must be turned on.

Be a lit castle of capable people, one built of
lit jewels of sweat,
inhabited by Princes and Princesses of Myoho.
May the tears of young women tossed helpless
by the waves of destiny
turn into jewelled necklaces of beautiful
Princesses
ruling the world with the warmth of their dance.
Princes. Champions of the common people.
Using bricks of JUSTICE may young men
BRICK BY BRICK build a fortress of peace
in everyone's heart,
bricks found from the castle of unity.

As we ALL extract such bricks painfully from the bottom
of our hearts, they turn to untaintable gold
and surprised we discover the sun rises and shines from WITHIN
through the holes left in our hearts,
through tghe holes of our eyes in the Palaces of our lives.

Dearest marathon runner,
your torch is ours
to share
the joy of true sharing.

THE TORCH IS LIT. RAISE IT UPON NEW YORK, THE WORLD,
BEAUTIFUL LADY OF LIBERTY.

Your torch is ours.

Treasure Tower of Hope, opening...
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door,"
Your torch is ours.


Buddhist Youth Festival in New York

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Where is America going?

Torch of liberty. Stars and stripes in the wind. Symbols of hope?
I watched for a moment, waiting.
Was the sun rising in dawn or was it sinking into night
and merely stars?
Today I watch again.
Rays casting stripes on rippling water from the horizon:
against sky and water
I now see stars AND stripes.
Not half-mast in mourning, raise the flag of honor high.

This morning, now raise the torch to shine the harbor,
the sun of myoho baton
brought to us by
Marathon Man.

Only a few know the joy New York must express,
in explosion of joy.
But clarion notes in echo one by one awaken to life
dreams of a people
collected from all the universe.
As if a NEW kind of instrument, never before heard,
expresses and aarousing drenches with hopes
wishes SO LONG common to ALL peoples.

New York Island, one by one as transient stars dim,
true lights of hope in people's HEARTS
must be turned on.

Be a lit castle of capable people, one built of
lit jewels of sweat,
inhabited by Princes and Princesses of Myoho.
May the tears of young women tossed helpless
by the waves of destiny
turn into jewelled necklaces of beautiful
Princesses
ruling the world with the warmth of their dance.
Princes. Champions of the common people.
Using bricks of JUSTICE may young men
BRICK BY BRICK build a fortress of peace
in everyone's heart,
bricks found from the castle of unity.

As we ALL extract such bricks painfully from the bottom
of our hearts, they turn to untaintable gold
and surprised we discover the sun rises and shines from WITHIN
through the holes left in our hearts,
through tghe holes of our eyes in the Palaces of our lives.

Dearest marathon runner,
your torch is ours
to share
the joy of true sharing.

THE TORCH IS LIT. RAISE IT UPON NEW YORK, THE WORLD,
BEAUTIFUL LADY OF LIBERTY.

Your torch is ours.

Treasure Tower of Hope, opening...
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door,"
Your torch is ours.


Freed by Slave Days

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Licorice voice,
Child woman sweet
But stinging with sincerity,
Intoxicating perfume...
Baiting for bears,
Seductive brown shiver of shy honey,
Belying inner light dance
Stinging tears with joy.

Awaken...

Jewelled chandelier,
Swinging planetarium
Of awe round the disco floor:
The celestial collisions of jazz.

This bear must dance,
At first chained
But then freed...

I need but listen to my heart.
Beyond the child
Beyond the collisions,
Scaling
Beyond all people's limits
A deep instrument speaks.


Create a New World!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

As I read the author's novel
I turn into so many people,
through memory simultaneously,
that he desribes,
I travel back and forth across the world in a second,
as they echo memories and emotions
from all over inside me:
as if surrounded by a maze of warped reflections of me
filling or shrinking all around
with my slightest forward movement
through the author's world;
or as if I were but a helpless giant
shadow, traversing the universe,
cast by the flickering fire of my desires and fears
sparked by my eyes striking
the words by which the author
condensed (in preservative form) his cosmos.

I am too excited to think:
words capture me in the picture-language
and emotional river-flows
of author-planned dreams merging directly with my own
reactions uncontrollably spontaneous as a dream,
a new world of rivers and sensations melting into me;
a God molds a new world inside me,
as my captive eyes follow letters
like a thread following a needle
to conjure a tapestry upon the mind upon which to proceed,
to fly...

..Slowly patterns of logic unfold and evolve
before now-raised eyes wide open and unseeing
of the real world.

Unperceived, the buzz of the real world invades me,
and the strange mirror of many me's is shattered
to let so many people - a far vaster universe -
rush into me,
my universe
through which the universe of billions of lives
interact.

The world is spinning dizzily
as if - like a ferociously revolving planet
with the arrogant directness of Icarus I'd been too closely
approaching
an intoxicating sun of truth.

Oh, to be a writer!
No, I will write books with my life
and produce many happy people.


Leap

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Now a full rising moon:
bridge of glory to my shore,
Quick!
Now no-one else can follow me
as in leap of self-reflection
I now soar.


White Wait

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Winged petals tumble on vast cocoon
for the first butterfly,
for Spring.


Olympic Skater on TV

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Butterfly on ice:
your flowers' fragrance now
still in the coldest homes.


Mirror of Life

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Fear not the face of death
if every day you face yourself.


Bond of Hope

by

Philip Claude Andermann

No inner spaces can divide us
if we share the same dawn of hope.


Compassion is Happiness

by

Philip Claude Andermann

If we are truly happy
we should see it reflected
in others' shining eyes.


Brisk Skies, of Hope

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Fall tree
rocket flames at your foot.
What star
beyond the clouds?


Mentor

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Michelangelo rocks form:
"Finish yourself."
Chisel one.


Night (Elie Wiesel)

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Auschwitz.
Next to a hill
of bodies
in the night, with a fiddle
he played Mendelssohn.
Next day
still, he was a mountain.

I wept when reborn he staked out Sarajevo
and stilled the snipers
on his battlefield with a viola,
and he won the world...
a day.


Good-Bye, Mother, Till Rebirth

by

Philip Claude Andermann

I clasp your hand tremulous and climb
the tree there of your life.
Green leaf, it is not winter,
I am hanging from you;
while my children are
racing up our mountain,
borne on your forest
of branches, to greet
your great valley... of DAWN...

Before us,
wrinkled mountains smile...


Song of Roots

by

Philip Claude Andermann

I see the roots
of laughter in your wrinkles -
of your ageless eyes
which have seen everything;
and of your mouth - mother
only to hope
and to all your descendants.


Love Is...

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Life is
to dance with the stars
as they appear on water skin above the depths.
Love is
to ADD UP
every sparkle ever - on you,
to see the huge heart reflected
in the newly constellated sky.


Timing - and Winding Up a Winner

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The clock has two hands like me:
their slow motion is invisible -
yet Time's invisible hands ruffle things everywhere
in an instant like a wind,
and unlike MY hands they can conquer all men.

I wish that to win in life
I could make Time my mighty ally
- the essential factor, the essence, of victory or defeat -
and that I could part two moments like
curtains in a conqueror's tent
and sneak in upon his (always wound-up) Essence,
shaking those hands as if to say,
"yes, this one moment, you are free,"
warming Time's heart (big as the world)
to open up to me
what makes it -
tick.


To Reveal Our Truest Colors!

by

Philip Claude Andermann

It is not enough
to reflect beautiful colors
by another's light.
We must glow.

But neither is it enough
to enable another to reflect
beautiful colors
by our light.

We must reach to the stars
in another's night...
and make them suns.


The Old Record

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The breeze of her song
is a dance of many hands...
stopping my spinning world.


Youth

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Gorged with mysteries beyond the biggest mind,
Now crack and unravel your ball.
Crack and unravel the secret chemical code
Of your mission respelling it,
To spell the drama of your life,
To explode your green-flame life
From earth-black into lights
Upon your stage of Spring.


Young Women Performing

by

Philip Claude Andermann

"Music is the flower of culture,
a language common to all man."

Blossoming
out of the darkness of the Earth
the Sun, to light and nourish it
scales every mountain,
now bridges
the growling thunder waves
with all scales
of rainbows of princess' music.

Princesses, be the sun for the upward revolution of our planet,
span the chasms
with cascades of music to light the cosmos of the heart
with the rhythm of construction
of your lives
no matter what.
No matter what, never forget the music in your hearts.
Then, no-one else will forget it.


Young Girl in Rags

by

Philip Claude Andermann

In the evening crowd
by the dusky river, I travel with her on the dusty
streamers of her eyes' stare, "flashlight beams" wrinkled,
sprinkled over youthful bodies parting
into long lonely
twisting roads at whose ends
unmeeting she seeks
two friendly eyes, just
so as to see clearly...

Our roads at a crossing,
I seeming soaring
in a car blasting headlights
would encircle her, to an orbit just...
where with magic we'll make parallel ends meet
with money kiss loneliness good bye,
would switch on happiness.

But when switched we
our roads?...
upon - now beyond the shoulders of the crowd her eyes
soar a highway to stars to touch
me before I could her, her eyes the sun and moon
lighting two rivers pouring into one ocean of shoulders
we'll ride lighting galaxies of eyes
bursting rags of clouds of blindness to others' beauty:
"Inspire others without words, with your pride!"
And now I have the courage, sight
to go alone
to lead beside that precious crowd in night.


The Friend

by

Philip Claude Andermann

I searched all around me with the thin flashlight fading
of my thoughts and deeds:
twisted by the clutter close around of my life, a ribbon of
light a road
raised dusty stars of hope -
on it in the distance
did another person travel - a True friend
also seeking a Way?

The Way to slowly open the heavy,
creaking door to
an Enlightened life,
a LIT room...
there?... perhaps...
We shortened the road between us,
a golden beam broadening with the gap of the door
as we prepared to enter each other's room.

We ENTERED each other and touched explosively
the light switch within each other's room eternally
VAST as the universe: a lasting broadness strangely such
that - though we'd see, do things so differently,
- explore it in different directions,

we'd always be close together
because to uncluttered explore all humanity
was the Way to uncluttered explore
ourelves and each
other embracingly:
the door wide open to that kiss
of our freed Sun.


Conquered

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Could I offer silver and gold
of the sun and moon
I could not repay
the heaven you offered
of your heart.


Pressed In My Arms

by

Philip Claude Andermann

Diamonds are found
in the deep pressures of the Earth,
I have found you glowing
in the depths of my Heart.