Pathless Journey
Resistance and contraction are the principles of appearance. When not even a muscle twitches, things are realized to be here rather than out there. … More Pathless Journey
Meditations on the 5th dimension of existence
Resistance and contraction are the principles of appearance. When not even a muscle twitches, things are realized to be here rather than out there. … More Pathless Journey
I struggled to come up with anything for this week; I did initiate writing something on a few occasions, but what I saw on paper I did not like. What I wrote and what I had to say, all of it and in all attempts, were so distasteful that I could not even look at … More Confessions of a Profoundly Shallow Man
The new flashing before the heart, the jealous old, the father, the castle made of the mother, the cries of the newborn, the blinding light of the new world, the absolutely indeterminate nature of the Self, the disappearance of Christ, submerging of the old and the emerging of the new. Addiction to faces, to looks, … More Where Nothing Stands
We came upon a face concealed in the field, One which sees in all directions but is itself unseen. Our ride was an unborn longing, our journey long and burning, Our company a fleeting scent from the farthest lands, and a thousand faces of the Self in the shattered mirror of the heart. Now we … More The All Seeing Eye
To pull oneself out from a beginningless enchantment that’s called the world! This enchantment is the humanness. To be human, to experience oneself as such, is to be entrenched in enchantment; it is God in trance! Distinction, separation, to have a place, to have time, the duality of the reflected and the reflection, all are dances of longing. There is no motion where there is no where to move. … More The Seer Has All The Answers
We move through life like polygons convinced we’re complete, each of us clinging to our current shape, mistaking familiarity for finality. The triangle defends its three corners, the square prides itself on its balance, all while missing the quiet possibility of becoming something entirely different. Real change doesn’t come from trying harder within the same form; it comes when we stop insisting on who we are long enough to let something new emerge. … More Geometry of Spiritual & Psychological Transformation
The now is a whirling Dervish; it whirls and it worlds. The Dervish sees; the Dervish sees, A seeing that hides; a seeing that shows, A seeing that holds; a seeing that lets go, One veils; one unveils, One is the farthest; one is the nearest, One is the eye; one is the I. But, alas, … More The Ecstasy of the Self, and World as Hearsay
The lovers, caressed by the scent of the beloved, burn their books and maps! A longing heart is their guide. The blind mind missteps; the heart sees, then smiles and leaps. The pebbles sink to the bottom and watch the river dance forward, as the mind is baffled by the dance of the heart of the lover. … More The Journey of the Ink
Life moves the way vines do, quietly, patiently, winding where it can. Even when buried under concrete, it finds a crack. It doesn’t argue with obstacles; it learns their shape. Wise paths aren’t straight because beauty isn’t efficient. Much of what shapes us happens unbeknownst to us until one day we notice what has already grown around our bones. To live well is not to force the way, but to savor the tension and let what is alive find its own ascent. … More The Winding Vines
Some encounters do not happen in time or circumstance, but in meaning. Two lives cross, and suddenly the past rearranges itself, as if it had been waiting all along for this meeting to occur. What once seemed accidental reveals its pattern, and life awakens from a long, quiet sleep into coherence. … More Rendezvous in the Space of the Heart