After the movie ended, I sat for a moment. I imagined a moon rising behind the clouds, so that the weather’s back was lit all silver, while below the rain fell easily down. Nothing easier than letting go, from a great height, and being received, at sea level. That was not what I thought. That is what I …
Finally. This morning, March 31st, marks the beginning of an eight-month daily practice of yoga asana, meditation and spiritual study, in preparation for an even more intensive certification program to attain teacher status. I have walked along any number of similar roads, most often to some form of completion, as they led on to bigger ways or to smaller, more …
Why did you reflexively contract when you read that title? Does it go back to the conservative's 70s sound-bite, "tree huggers", a term used (as usual) not to increase knowledge and understanding, but to ridicule and demean, the fear-response of a bullying child? Were you tainted by the bully's threat? Or does it touch on …
Sometimes the easy way is quite the poorest way, however you or others might convince you otherwise.
This morning, the sun rose and carried nothing in its hand but light.
hold it gently in my hand, that my attention not disturb it the mind is a dry riverbed; it drinks the sound of water a dream is dispelled by a voice; a sudden flash of bedroom lights causes the lovers to pull apart, ashamed of their beauty a flower that is plucked can be …
It is wonderful to sit out the sleepless night, which the fire of anger has lit! Like watching the full moon rise over a lake, or sun ignite the ocean: a little light comes, then more and more, until a new whole landscape is revealed, in spite of yourself. In the case of rolling and turning in your covers, …
The light from the sun is everything – no reason to doubt the cultures who held it as Deity, or one of a pantheon of gods whose hand in our lives was blindingly evident. Tonight the sun filled the sky, received by the full face of its consort moon, reflected with an anthropomorphic smile through …
Eight inches of the whitest snow changed the landscape overnight. For those of us who revel in the New, winter is a wonderful season in New England, with a Wyeth palette and frequent face-lifts to keep the mind moving and the heart — like a child's, still a child's — smiling at the constant Christmas …
… by that she meant: I feel the hand of age upon my shoulder.
Two months since I last set word to the page. Life is not lived in words, but on the path where words are collected; where, if we speak of what we have seen, the story is written either in the heart and mind of the listener, or in the eye and inner sense of the reader. …
Michael James, on the practice of Sri Ramana Maharshi. From the Introduction to Happiness and the Art of Being. Happiness lies deep within us, in the very core of our being. Happiness does not exist in any external object, but only in us, who are the consciousness that experiences happiness. Though we seem to derive …