In our naturally egocentric way, we consider our senses channels of information that bring the world to us. We scan the horizon to identify threat or opportunity, we read; we listen to what is hidden or to what is spoken, what is sung; we are drawn to scents and repelled from odors, and we delight …
There is nothing in midnight but a fleck of ink on the otherwise empty face of the clock, or an electrical pulse which dis-integrates into a soft dash of light in an otherwise seamless river of life. We make the marks against which we measure our lives and call them time: they do not exist …
Some words seem to be born of an inner and shared light… For me they may arrive after the stillness of meditation; but just as often the softest and most human words are accompanied or are led by a melody. All creation is frequency, is a movement of waves, from the highest vibrations of quasars …
The language of touch is one where two stories are spoken together, and two energies which by nature are completely distinct from one another, move toward and recognize themselves
I looked into the mirror and found that the dust of time has softened the edges of old pains and blended the colors of old joys; as though every footstep were muffled somehow, walking through snow toward night, walking in the dust of an extinct volcano toward a summit. Everything had become quieter, from the …
With even a few years, the act of creation begins to blend itself with the feeling of loss, as the cycle of seasons turns round and round. Some traditions have seen the wheel as pain, where what is given is taken away, and what is made crumbles. It is perhaps the habit of all living …
I can feel nothing but joy with the gentle return of Spring weather, and today the breezes are away, the clouds hesitant, so the sun embraces you, unveiled and unrestrained. If you stand for a moment — and we rarely stand for even one moment — the whole of the reawakening world flows around and …
Yesterday we finished another 8-week series in our Moving Into Balance awareness program. It is such a blessing to be able to offer small words, and have the hungry heart make of them great meals. Look at these amazing people: you toss out a few lentils, a few peppercorns, and with the human ability to create art …
It is common to be pushed from one course to another by discomfort, or pulled out of place by desire. Some traditions would have you separate yourself from those energies, holding to the center and less involved in those tides. By creating a distance between ourselves and the objects of pleasure and displeasure, we are …
A moment arrives and a moment passes, water through your fingers. Beautiful water: touch a drop to your lips, your thirst is lessened; touch a drop to your eyes, they are cleared; touch a drop to your forehead, you are baptized; touch a drop to the soil, the flower grows. From the electric arc of …
There is one line you cannot trace with your finger, and which you cannot follow with your eye. A melody, with words, describes the heart. And as the thread of notes is drawn out from the lips, drawn out like the finest line of silk, it is taken by the wind, it coils around a …
The body blossoms, loves, then gradually decays: the memory of beauty more painful perhaps than the reality of age.