This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma
The present is light and free; what burdens and suffocates it are the stories that are hanging from it. The present is not a part of a larger context; it’s not a moment in my life or a time slice of this universe. Quite the opposite! It’s my life and this universe that are together … More You Are Always Complete
The fact that the human intellect can recognize in the cosmos two distinct essences, the subject and the object, the being principle and the knowing principle, tells me that this intellect must itself transcend both of these principles. We cannot see something unless we are in some sense apart from it. The ground of human … More I see; therefore you are
It gives Itself in one form or another. Now as boring, now as exciting; often as dreadful, and sometimes as sweet and cozy. These are the many faces of infinity, and who knows why It gives Itself as It does! I have played in vain with the control knobs of this spaceship called human. What … More It Is Full of Empty
I left the center for the periphery and beyond. I had to leave home. But on the periphery and beyond all I found was the center again. I now know that I had never left the center. The journey was the dream of the all-encompassing center. I’ve always been home all along. The periphery is … More The All-Encompassing Center
Speech holds the Real; it is the light that illumines the sight; it is the flute that animates the shadows and brings them forth and out of the primordial obscurity. What’s found in the depths must be rescued and exposed by the ever ascending rope of speech. Oh, silence! Truth is so vast that it … More The Divine Murmur
I wear a mask made of nothing, you don’t see it on my face but I feel it all the time. The story has it that I am hideous, but god knows who has that story! I wove the mask I wear with the labor of time; it is a conglomeration of conflicting stories teamed … More The Play of Masks
Experience of time arises only where there is consciousness of eternity. Our awareness of the impermanence of worldly existence presupposes an inborn understanding of what impermanence means: that which is not permanent. We must know permanence in order to judge something as impermanent. Therefore, we cannot recognize impermanence in the world without at once being … More The Soul is Eternal
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 scant scent from the farthest land, and a thousand faces of the Self in the shattered mirror of the heart. Now we … More We Are Home
Human experience: Experience in which the subject is the spirit and the object is nature. Spiritual experience: Experience in which the subject and the object are both the Spirit. Nature is manifest Spirit. Spirit is unmanifest nature. Therefore, human experience is by nature a spiritual experience; it is the Spirit looking at its own image … More Spiritual Experience
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