Viewelry Spent most of my life wishing I were somewhere else. As a young man, I knew that somewhere, some place people were having fun, living meaningful lives, because certainly I wasn't. A victim of the search, happiness was far away, anyplace but where I stood, because my own place was always a vehicle of distress, bewilderment, doubt, longing, to one degree or another. Somehow, by some good fortune, secrets have been revealed, eyes have opened wide, dis-eases cured or diminished. Consciousness exposed at it root to be no-where-to-go, nothing-to-be done, creating outstanding simplicity, a clarity and easefulness that shines the life and bursts the heart. Search has been dealt a serious blow, for where I always stood was what I always yearned for. Took a little time to understand this, some undoing was needed, muddy obscurations needed washing to notice the crystal jewel at the core of Being. June 16, 2001 (1 of 3)