autobiography  
 
 
 

“The Art of Living is Giving”

Robert, even in your death you taught me that every day is a gift my friend.

The joy you experienced in the music you gave to others with such love.

When death was reaching out to take you, you fought back because you
were not done living or giving your love through your music which you
shared with so many others and me. That battle was yours and everyday
was new and full of wonder. We played tennis and basketball and music!
Yes, life was good!

The Art of Living is Giving that which you love most to others.
Now that you’re gone I understand this last lesson you shared with me,
and I promise to share my gifts, my talents, my love of life each and every day
as you have with me and so many others.

Now I see, we are The Holy Grail!

We need only to open our minds, our hearts, and share our gift of love,
And let God's life flow through us to touch one another!

Because of you I have found my Holy Grail!
And this I swear!

That I will share the sweet and bitter fruits of my convictions, with an honest heart!
And this I pray;

That like grapes from the vine that create a fine wine,
That I may find words whose fermentation will intoxicate!


 
     
 

 

 
 

I met Robert Worley my freshman year at Anaheim High we were on the "C" football team pretty much because of our size and it being our first year of Highschool. I had alot of other friends from my neighborhood then too. We refered to ourselfs as the "Olive Street Crew" because most of us lived on Olive Street.

Then I got to know Robert a little better when we were on the wrestling team, but our deep friendship really didn't develope until we got out of the military sevice (which we were drafted into during the Viet Nam era). We wrote each other two or three times near the end of our sevice. I came home from Germany, Robert got off in Viet Nam and went to Cambodia where he joined a group of Budist Monks and gave up all material things to seek wisdom. He took on a new name, Deja Puno. He beg for rice every day and practiced meditation and listen to the teachings of the brothers who sought Eastern Wisdom. Deja Puno was the only westerner there and never really felt connected to his brother monks who were raised there.

After about two years he became mel nurished, ill and retured to America to heal himself. He went to college and became a nutrisionest and astroliger and practiced the use of the I - ching. Over the years our letters brought us closer as friends and when Robert move back to Anaheim he hung out with my Hippy and biker friends. I was also a full time student at the time.

 
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