You so merrily strolled down my alley, with a lotus in your hand, the only thing I would notice in the world. The only sight that would awaken me to a forgotten memory of us together, in love on the fertile land. I had no name. You walked passed me with your flowers, and your … More A Love Poem
It was a cool summer afternoon and I was walking in the prairies along a river guarded by rows of cypress trees as far as the eyes could see. I was on foot and my donkey walking next to me. It was after a day of hard labor in the upper field. All of a … More On Taming the Wild Horse That Is God
A simple intellectual method of discerning between what is real and what is not real is to start with a metaphysical-intuitive concept of reality, or realness, which is grounded in the direct experience of seers. Let us begin with that principle as our axiom: The Real cannot not be. That which is truly real cannot … More I-ness As The Substance of Reality
Perhaps the restlessness of our lives has less to do with our circumstances than with the frequency at which we live. Our thoughts, habits, and daily activities seem to belong to certain patterns of vibration, some reinforcing our agitation and separateness, others bringing us closer to stillness and a sense of unity with the whole. Perhaps the quality of our lives depends, more than we realize, on which of these frequencies we inhabit. … More Restless, Exhausted, Stuck? Maybe You Are Living at the Wrong Frequency!
It is possible for this quality of realness to be felt on its own and seen as entirely independent of objects or the world. In fact, the reality of objects is derived from the illusive but all-pervasive quality of realness that stands on its own, much like when a field of light can illumine an arrangement of objects and make them visible. The visibility is not a quality of objects themselves but a result of them participating in the reality of light. … More Feeling God in Its Undefinable Qualities
I see a new world shine through the fog. Sunlight is different, and it reflects differently from the ragged surfaces of the old. Too many familiar things are seen through in their insubstantiality. An eternal summer is shining through, one you’ve met before in your heart, as a child, and even before that as an … More When The Fog Thins
Seeing past the truth, the mind sees only multiplicity and the problems it itself has created by exertion. The heart, seeing past the mind’s problems, sees nothing but unity and simplicity. The mind is always in recoil, the heart still. What exists for one is non-existent for the other. To remember one side, one has to forget the other, for forgetfulness is both the affliction and the cure. … More The Worm & The Eagle
Everything that arises is true. Agree with it. It wants only your gentle warmth. When you agree with what is in the way that it is, you don’t have to make it agreeable. It is disagreement with what is, and the inevitable fact that it is, initiates control and the exertion to make it agreeable. … More To Love That Which Is
Recycling an old post I related to more than others. So little do I have to say, and much is asked of me. That I may personify myself in the hopes of man, that I may speak audibly and move noticeably! All men have asked these of me, and that’s because so little does man … More Thus Spake the Self
What if the problem isn’t that life lacks meaning, but that I’ve become addicted to finding it? I’ve spent years mistaking intensity for reality, turning ordinary moments into philosophical problems and boredom into something to escape. Lately, I’m trying something different: letting things remain ordinary, resisting the urge to explain everything, and perhaps learning that nothing has gone wrong simply because nothing particularly profound is happening. … More The Search for The Extraordinary
