A Beautiful Woman

 To me, a beautiful woman usually wears glasses. But not always. She looks like a studious librarian on the verge of turning into a wild panther. 

In sinuous layers breezed by the motion of her hips, the mystery of her magnetic body is veiled in modesty and self-contentment, and thus enhanced. 

She doesn't hunt. She is too busy generating energy from darkness, beauty from the Unmanifest. Men become gentle with power around her. They become better men.

Om Shri Mahalakshmi Devyai Namaha. Blessings to Lakshmi, Goddess of Beauty, in this sacred festival of Divali. Blessings to all the Lakshmis who carry the light of the divine feminine in their humanity.

Solar Flare

Auspicious the day when a massive coronal ejection shaped like an embryo streams from the Sun and shatters into billions of holographic images of the Mother in Earth's ionosphere, a single particle of which flows into the heart through a breath of wonder, wiping away 10,000 ancient hierarchies of fear.

Auspicious the day when, pregnant with light, the moon infuses the mind with peace, cooling the eye of wisdom.

Auspicious the day when the Mother of the planets inflames the solar plexus with joy, irradiating flesh with golden splendor. Each cell of my body is a grail, a cauldron overflowing with the nectar of devotion to the Goddess in every form - Kali Maria, Hochma Sophia, Isis Osun, Dana Rhuu!

Each photon of light is Lord Shiva, streaming to the earth from the stars, surrendering, dissolving in her love. I root my neurons like lightning to the sky; I plant my toes in the blessed dirt.

Neither monk nor pundit, non-dualist nor yogi, nor even a pious soul - I am just a hairy mammal who cries to its Mother for milk.


Dandelion Mike

This child is singing into a dandelion microphone. His song is being simulcast into every planet of the cosmos. Can you hear it? He sings in the doo-wap of phonemic vibration, spontaneous toddler sighs and giggles containing the most powerful seed mantras of the Samma Veda and the Tantras. Hum, Dhum, Phwat, Soh, Hang, Bhak! Shooby! Just listen, don't translate. But if you must have words, then lowering the vibrations into 'English,' the song would say something like this:

'As all the waves in the sea are made of water,
so all the thoughts in the mind are made of silent awareness
resonating in its own boundless essential emptiness.
Therefor all thoughts are equally valid and equally meaningless.
And because every material form in human civilization
is a projection of thought, all forms are also essentially empty,
joyously frolicking in the ocean of consciousness,
like a mirage in the clear blue sky.
Therefor, why argue about anything? Just dance.
A nice man named Jesus told me this,
after he had drunk seven bottles of mysterious juice.'

Open Secrets for Every Child of the Coming Age

These are the Laws of Perfect Joy for every child to learn before their teachers and their schools burden them with knowledge.

1. The Radiance of the Divine is not above you, beyond you, not after your death. It shines from the center of your own heart, now. You are not a reflection of the Light, a seeker of the Light, or an offspring of the Light: you ARE the Light.

2. To begin your duty on earth, you will need a daily practice of meditation that is effortless, natural and energizing; a quiet time dawn and sunset when you sink into the Beauty at the center of your heart. The beginning and end of all spiritual practice is to rest in the heart. This is your Sabbath, attuning you to your Source, by grace. Every good thing you do for humanity will come from this connection to inner silence.

3. Doubtless there are great injustices in the world, but your life will never evolve as long as you waste your days blaming the "other" for your sorrows. A life stuck in blaming the forces outside you, is a life that has not begun to live itself.

4. You blossom as You by taking personal responsibility for the present situation. In the complex sequence of causes that brought you to this moment, the primary cause was a choice you made by your own free will.

5. Your capacity to heal the earth is in direct proportion to your capacity for Wonder. Your most creative state will not be a state of knowing or believing, but a state of bewildering Beauty, when the mind empties itself of all knowledge and belief. Let yourself dissolve into this moment of Wonder. It is the portal to eternity.



The most beautiful name is not a name 'of,' but an unstruck sound in the bell of the heart. Resonating in eternal silence, this nameless vibration births of the universe.


To Breathe

To breathe is the purest form of worship. Space is the alter, invisible, omnipresent. Breathing in, offer whatever you encounter in the fire of this moment. Breathing out, awareness is a smokeless blue flame, annihilating both the seer and the seen in love.


Before the Beginning was the Wordless

Creation dances in the stillness you carry inside you. Earth and stars whirl through your body. You knew this as a toddler, stumbling from your mother's to your father's arms.

You knew because you had no Word to explain it. When words came, they cast what they could not describe into an outer darkness. Before the beginning was the Wordless.

Say not that the world was created through the Word, for many worlds were lost, stillborn in shattered cocoons of speechlessness, galaxies unwound to threads of murmur and shadow, melodies fled into the rainforest, wishing to be no more than parrot echos among the cashapona trees.

For each Word spoken, a brown naked vision song was forgotten, sweet on the undulatant tongue
of night, the starless unwritten syllable of your innocence. This is why, if you wish to touch the Creator again, you must return to the prayerless dark; remember the uncreated stillness of the hour before dawn.

Here, now, let your breath taste the nectar of silence...