7/23/2014

Nabasvan


In Sansrkit, nabasvan means Breath of Dawn. In the hour before dawn, Earth's atmosphere is so charged with shakti, divine creative energy, that meditators of all traditions breathe in New Life at this hour, the universal hour of nourishment at the Mother's breast. If we humans would stop cluttering our minds with media energy and political talk, which only fuel polarization and conflict; if instead we simply sat together in morning quiet drinking nabasvan, greed would not arise, wars would cease, and we would know immediately, without a single thought, that we are all made of one divine breath. We may call it the exhalation of the Buddha, the Spirit of Christ, Prana, Chi, Ruach or Rhu: why does the name matter? This breath of love is our very substance, and our body.

When you take a breath this morning, instead of bringing to mind an image from the news, a memory of yesterday, or an anxious thought about the non-existent future, why not bring to mind the Breath itself? Simply bathe in this sparkling stream of nectar, charged with the energy of stars, flowing so gracefully into your body, a gift from the Mother of Silence.

I Learned By Falling






"Evil is not the power of darkness. Darkness is the womb of compassion. Evil is the craving for an excess of light. That is why Satan's other name is Lucifer, 'light bearer,' and the evil ones are called 'Illuminati,' who pose as the enlightened. Embrace your darkness, and sufficient light will be given as the gift of grace. 'Let there be light' is an invitation to 'let,' not to achieve. This I learned by falling, and by washing the feet of divine humanity in my tears." ~Miryam

7/22/2014

Holy & Ordinary Time

Some say that there are no "holy days," because all days are equal. How tedious life would be if that were true! Every religion celebrates "holy days," "feast days" and "festivals," just as every religion honors ordinary time. In fact, in the liturgical year of the Church, the days that are not feast days are called "the Ordinary of the Seasons." What a beautiful phrase! The Ordinary has its own daily prayers and chants, just as Holy Days have theirs. Each day has a fragrance. The troughs are as rich as the peaks. Eternity is no seamless continuum. Eternity is granulated with the infinite particularity that we call "time."

'Wanderer's Welcome': Feast of Mary Magdalene, July 22


"We seldom notice how each day is a holy place where the 
Eucharist of the ordinary happens." ~John O'Donahue
Out beyond Christianity
Magdalene and Jesus are dancing 
in a garden where things grow wild,
where things grow into what they are.
Many paths lead here, not one,
and the gates are always open.
Over each gate there's a sign:
'Wanderers Welcome.'
Mary thinks Jesus is the gardener,
and he is.
They drink the wine that turns
temples into bodies again.
She reaches out to take his hand:
he lets her.
There are three rules here:
Yearn, Risk Everything, Connect.
This is poem from my book, 'Wounded Bud.' 
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Arabic translation by Dana Chamseddine
أهلاً بالمتجولين
"نادرا ما نلاحظ كيف يكون كل يوم مكانا مقدسا نتناول فيه قربان الأشياء العادية المقدس". جون أودوناهو

بعيدا ما وراء المسيحية
ترقص المجدلية ويسوع
في حديقة تنمو فيها الأشياء بريّةً،
تنمو لتصبح كما تكون.
مسارات كثيرة تؤدي إلى هنا،
والبوابات مفتوحة أبدا.
وفوق كل باب توجد إشارة:
‘أهلا بالمتجولين.’
تظن مريم أن يسوع هو البستاني،
وهو يكون كما تظن.
يشربان الخمر التي تحوّل
ثانيةً المعابد إلى أجساد.
تنحني نحوه لتأخذ بيده:
يسمح لها.
هناك ثلاثة قوانين هنا:
توقي، خاطري بكل شيء، إتصلي.