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Monthly Archives: May 2012
All That’s Left
Don’t rob yourself of what you’re feeling, but don’t hold too tightly to it either. Abiding at the matrix of perception, the stillpoint where all suns and moons begin and end, stable in the thoughtless state of no anticipation, no … Continue reading
Daydreaming
Afternoon amid the ancient Sequoias, in reverie beneath an arc of translucent green leaf canopy, a young child daydreams at the edge of a brook, entranced by the play of water-skimming spiders. From … Continue reading
Dreamer’s Manifesto
Recognizing within consciousness that which we construct or presume as a barrier to freedom, all is revealed to be forever without boundary or limitation. Recognizing within consciousness that from which we recoil in conditioned reactivity, all is revealed to be … Continue reading
Feed the Wind
Even as you light the fire, remember: its destiny is ash. We see only memory, a flame already changed, whose smoke, sifted into the invisible, momentarily flavors a wind that moves with no purpose except to move, fueled by the … Continue reading
Flowers and Dust
In the heart of each and every being there seems an ache, a poignant longing, like the thirsty yearning of all flowers for the showering grace of rain. This primal birth-cry of original desire calls formlessness to form in … Continue reading
Nobody Survives
Sizzling strokes of heat still steam over standing stones at summer’s dusk. They undulate against the background of a merciful darkness now graciously descending to cool the scorched earth and sooth my own hot heart, ablaze with the rapture of … Continue reading
Rain on the Mountain, Bubbles on a Stream
Falling rain, each drop a momentary ocean, filled with the mysterious essence of eternal potentiality – these days, at the first sign of light sprinkles, most people fling open their umbrellas and scurry for some dry shelter. I want to … Continue reading