The Forgotten Wealth: A Tale of Hunger, Memory, and Misplaced Identity

There’s an old beggar in our town; he goes around with a bowl knocking at doors begging for food to ease his hunger. Not everyone treats him well; some yell at him and kick him, and a few feed him for a day or two but no more; but he keeps knocking at those same … More The Forgotten Wealth: A Tale of Hunger, Memory, and Misplaced Identity

Stop Trying to be Spiritual: Stop Trying, and There it is

The idea of possessing spiritual qualities implies a fallacy: the fallacy that you exist, and that you are capable of possessing anything. In fact, the very idea of independent existence is the source of all suffering and the subsequent desire to become spiritual. All this is God’s land, i.e. the land of Pure Presence, so let go of all that spiritual bullshit and try to mind your own business, which simply means: recognize that you are already present and it’s all alright. … More Stop Trying to be Spiritual: Stop Trying, and There it is

When God Plays

What you call hell is you taking this all too seriously, and heaven is your full presence in the play; they are not realities but your perspective on what is! So, drop all this metaphysics; instead, make merry and enjoy the play.  … More When God Plays

Of Fratricide, Love, & Prayer: Pleas of a Restless Heart

To express and realize the desire of the heart, one must call the beloved into presence with one’s all being. All organs, subtle and gross, must call on the beloved: the heart by prayer, the tongue by speaking the truth, the eyes by seeing beauty, the ears by active listening, and the body by selfless service. When all of a man’s being calls on the same thing, that’s well-being and harmony; when there’s divergence and each organ wants something different, that’s disease. … More Of Fratricide, Love, & Prayer: Pleas of a Restless Heart

The Children of Cain

The elder, breaking his vow of silence after 146 years, said to Alexei, “you’ve come to my room and prayed at my feet more than the other monks in this monastery. Now, I shall speak to you, the son of Cain! It’s not your prayers that compelled me to speak; what compelled me to break silence is that which compelled you to ceaselessly pray; it’s rising wave in all of us, felt in the core of our Being, that compels the collective impulse. I, too, speak because this wave is reaching a threshold in our time.” … More The Children of Cain

I Can’t Stand Musicals & More

Sinn, in German is to have meaning, to deploy intelligence forward and outward. Perhaps it’s the same thing: to sin is to sinn, to suppress one’s primordial and divine stupidity for the sake of a loaf of meaning; it’s to beat the innocent stupidity in the head by the hammer of intelligence and wisdom so that life finds some arbitrary and transient meaning. Man can’t tolerate meaninglessness and indeterminate being, that is, sheer stupidity. To bring things into form, into intelligible conceptions and limitations, this man elevates intelligence over and above stupidity and takes the fall and the subsequent suffering. … More I Can’t Stand Musicals & More