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

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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

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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

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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

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Flowers and Dust

In the heart of every being there seems to be a sort of longing, like the thirsty yearning of all flowering for the showering grace of rain. This primal birth-cry of original desire calls formlessness to form in the shape … Continue reading

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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

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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

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