Title: roguebuddha

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Sun Sign: Pisces

Chinese Sign: Earth Monkey

Location: Minneapolis, MN

I'm not a fan of calling certain things spiritual, or that I'm a spiritual person, or that I'm on a spiritual path.  To me the spiritual path is just part of human potential like learning to read, write, hop a train, or balance a checkbook. Let’s get on with it…..

Robert is an accidental fromage specialist who thinks alot about why humans are the way they are. He grew up playing in a sand box and hanging out in a treehouse him and his father built. He had an obsession with fire and was known to light firecrackers in the front street. Thankfully he's a bit more easygoing now…….
He owns a few too many bicycles and wants to get more, to the chigrin of his wife, Gina.
He has a preference for Rinzai over Soto Zen, but has great respect for Dogen's recognition and lineage. He went to art school for a couple of years, but didn't get the post-modern joke and left in disgust. His fashion statement is late school punk-messenger…..when will he grow up……????



Music has been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. From coming home from grade school putting on the beatles 45 of 
 “I want to hold your hand” to seeing the jesus lizard @ the sun club in Tempe, AZ. 


I Came as a Rat
by Modest Mouse

Well, I ain't sure, but I been told
He's baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
I'm breaking them out on the street
Walking around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air
He's never going to cut his hair
It takes more time to make a fake
We night-swam down in the lake
Washed the dirt off our intentions
Prattle on about bad inventions
I came as ice, I came as a whore
I came as advice that came too short
I came as gold, I came as crap
I came clean and I came as a rat
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you
Well, I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!
I came as a call, I came as flat
I came too soon so I came back
I came as flowers, I came as nice
I came as dirt and I came as its price
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you
I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!


Material Mirror

The satori that asks permission is not the true satori. No liberation, no bondage. All koans are my playthings, all playthings are my koans. Striving to make hard easy, and easy hard? niether striving or waiting, but until that most (un)remarkable approach at the gate, the truth that can be niether confimed or denied. I confess, I confess the sin of blindness, niether seeing, nor touching, nor tasting, nor smelling, or sensing in any way, this gameboard is overturned, the pieces hit the floor, the die is undone, and cannot be thrown again. Knowing and recognizing essence I have entered the cloud, tasted the sweet water, witnessed bliss and set it aside until there is just this.

Let me have your ego!    let me have your ego!

Mirror Material , this living world in I, through eye, into your open heart with my open heart, until that song is never unsung we will look into that mirror material hoping to see something.

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