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 …
In simple faith the kingdom is won. What money buys is bread alone. What money buys are the works of women and the works of men; with a simpler faith you win the spirit's coin. One teacher said, the heart can see the kingdom on earth, if the guise of maturity is stripped away. If …
The mind's eye is easily occluded, as simply and as naturally as clouds form and veil the face of the Sun. Or the eye's perception may be overwhelmed by the colors and the kaleidoscopic movement of the world. If that eye is clouded, we experience the surfaces of things; beautiful, plentiful, absorbing. But in all …
The heart is torn by wind. When the heart-wind rises, true words are taken and replaced with falsehoods. That is the way of the wind. It is harder for the one afflicted, even, than it is for those he or she accosts: the heart is torn by wind, and the words and deeds which proceed …
…atrás dos corpos e das mentes que nós vestimos, para ter algo tangível que podemos tocar… We spend so much time tied up within our thoughts and our bodies, we think This is It, I am here to avoid as much discomfort as I can, here to do what this skin tells me to do, …
Além do tecido da noite, meus queridos, brilha a luz. Sei, pois a noite está furada que nem com agulha, e as faíscas azuladas que vejo… ah será que são únicos estes Sols, desconectados um do outro? Que nada, atrás daquele tecido escuro persiste a verdadeira Luz… bem como, atrás dos corpos e as mentes …
I appreciate all the more how cultivating the habit of choosing Light instead of confusion changes not only my inner world, but paints the external as well. Early morning yoga feels to me as though I myself, infinitesimal against the backdrop of planets and galaxies, and infinite tracts of empty space, am the agent of …
We tell ourselves that what we experience in a moment's time, also passes in a moment's time. We step out into the street, for example, and while crossing a car ignores the red light, and you are nearly hit: whew! That was close. And now it is history. That is a mistaken impression, however. We …
When the eyes are open, all of Creation is reduced to surfaces… imagine the poverty in a world of surfaces. As though all that an ocean offered us was its waves! As soon as the eyes open, the interiors begin to close, the interiors of everything that sight obscures from us, the interior of our …
The skill of the morning is to wake as if called by a soft bell, or the stroke of a lover, or the flavor of a fresh fruit, or the possibility of peace.