Biography of Josh Mitteldorf
I started on a career path toward theoretical physics, and was waylaid by the cultural transformation of the 60s and a year in Taiwan, beginning a lifelong love affair with China. After finishing a PhD in physics, I went on to develop software and raise two girls, among the first adopted from China in the 1980s.
Currently I do research in the evolutionary biology of cooperation, and study aging in particular: How is it that evolution which is supposed to be so concerned about making us strong and fertile has arranged for us to die? My book on the subject is Suicide Genes
I put in some time each week sounding the alarm about America's colonial wars and descent into fascism. I am an activist around issues you can't read about in the paper: stolen elections, the hollow lies of the War on Terror, state-sponsored assassination.
I have taught a weekly yoga class since 1983. My 'anti-blog' at Daily-Inspiration is a personal mix of poetry, music, science and uplifting stories.
Josh Mitteldorf Poems
Sweet creation, source of grace divine For all that ails us, offer consolation! Incarnate for our human exaltation, To salve our tears, a transcendental shrine.
Dream Within A Dream (After Ea Poe)
Accept this promise from my heart! Your soul from mine shall never part Exploring, venturing from the chart - Seeking, chasing Atman's beam
After Rudyard Kipling
With Affection and All Respect for Dear Rudyard If you can keep your heart when all about you __Are stretching reason to its reasoned end;
Thou art enjoined to enjoyment, Exhorted to exultation. Thy responsibility is to be responsive, and impishness be thy imperative.
Myriad Ephemeral Droplets
We come into this world awash with tears, Mourning our incipient separation— And soon we age and leave it, mired in fears, So loathe to part with individuation.
Feeling you, I touch feeling Touching you, I feel touched Knowing you, I know knowing No noetic notions know such.
How long have I carried this burden of feeling that something is tragically wrong? What might I have felt or accomplished if only my grip on this chain were less strong?
This is the doctrine that condones no doctrine, the rule that forbids all rules. Each moment fresh and free of expectations.
And Philosophers Ask Is It Possible Know...
I might knock off writing now And join friends in pursuit of holiday cheer, But I choose to stay the course I find more comfortable.
This Is The Moment For Which All Your Li...
Shed fear. Sprout wings. Float out from arbitrary time. Transmute the ordinary; prospect the sublime. Twirl till you collapse, exhausted; Taste ambrosia; scale the frosted
An Inquiry Into The Texture Of Experienc...
Awareness flashes forth from waking dreams - Amid the clouds, a peek-a-boo of sun, Mere thought of self can be the death of fun - My consciousness, more fractured than it seems.
Portrait Of The Artist As A Graying Adol...
Portrait of the Artist as a Graying Adolescent with Apologies to Ogden Nash It was my father who first told me, when I was a boy as yet unschooled in biology, but curious about why the bee buzzes and the bird sings
Das Gemüt Einer Herzlosen Welt
Bliss is your birthright. God is within. You have but to unmask your light, and Your power is vast. Perfection is In your grasp: You create your world.
While thine eyes are fringed with sand -
Dreams uncensored, day unplanned -
Hasten not to lift the blind
To leave thy sleepy thoughts behind.
Linger, hover - not quite waking -
Rush not, inner realm forsaking,
To the day's accomplishment;
Decode the missive heaven sent!
Thy soul lies open like a flower,